The Truth Is In Nature,

If I Were Called Upon To Define Briefly The Word Art, I Should Call It The Reproduction Of What The Senses Preceive In Nature, Seen Through The Veil Of The Soul.

You Have To Hurry Up If You Want To See Something, Everything Disappears.

A Puny Body Weakens The Soul.

When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

With A Painter's Temperament, All That's Needed Are The Means Of Expression Sufficient To Be Intelligible To The Wide Public.