Mine Is The Horny Hand Of Toil.

Color Is An Inborn Gift, But Appreciation Of Value Is Merely Training Of The Eye, Which Everyone Ought To Be Able To Acquire.

A Portrait Is A Picture In Which There Is Just A Tiny Little Something Not Quite Right About The Mouth.

I Hate To Paint Portraits! I Hope Never To Paint Another Portrait In My Life. Portraiture May Be All Right For A Man In His Youth, But After Forty I Believe That Manual Dexterity Deserts One, And, Besides, The Color-sense Is Less Acute. Youth Can Better Stand The Exactions Of A Personal Kind That Are Inseparable From Portraiture. I Have Had Enough Of It.

It Is Certain That At Certain Times Talent Entirely Overcomes Thought Or Poetry.

Every Time I Paint A Portrait I Lose A Friend.