What Beauty Is, I Know Not, Though

My Father Suffered Much And Toiled Painfully All His Life, For He Had No Resources Other Than The Proceeds Of His Trade From Which To Support Himself And His Wife And Family.

Why Has God Given Me Such Magnificent Talent? It Is A Curse As Well As A Great Blessing.

As I Grew Older, I Realized That It Was Much Better To Insist On The Genuine Forms Of Nature, For Simplicity Is The Greatest Adornment Of Art.

Nature Holds The Beautiful, For The Artist Who Has The Insight To Extract It. Thus, Beauty Lies Even In Humble, Perhaps Ugly Things, And The Ideal, Which Bypasses Or Improves On Nature, May Not Be Truly Beautiful In The End.

An Artist Of Understanding And Experience Can Show More Of His Great Power And Art In Small Things Roughly And Rudely Done, Than Many Another In A Great Work. A Man May Often Draw Something With His Pen On A Half Sheet Of Paper In One Day . . . . And It Shall Be Fuller Of Art And Better Than Another's Great Work Whereon He Hath Spent A Whole Year's Careful Labor.