Truth Is So Hard To Tell, It

When I Paint I Am Ageless, I Just Have The Pleasure Or The Difficulty Of Painting.

Moreover, The Works Already Known Are Due To Chance And Experiment Rather Than To Sciences; For The Sciences We Now Possess Are Merely Systems For The Nice Ordering And Setting Forth Of Things Already Invented; Not Methods Of Invention Or Directions For New Works.

Above All, Believe It, The Sweetest Canticle Is Nunc Dimittis, When A Man Hath Obtained Worthy Ends And Expectations. Death Hath This Also, That It Openeth The Gate To Good Fame, And Extinguisheth Envy.

Believe Not Much Them That Seem To Despise Riches, For They Despise Them That Despair Of Them.

Who Ever Is Out Of Patience Is Out Of Possession Of Their Soul.