Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection

A Man Paints With His Brains And Not With His Hands.

Perchance That I Might Learn What Pity Is, That I Might Laugh At Erring Men No More.

The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

It Is Not Sufficient Merely To Be A Great Master In Painting And Very Wise, But I Think That It Is Necessary For The Painter To Be Very Moral In His Mode Of Life, Or Even, If Such Were Possible, A Saint, So That The Holy Spirit May Inspire His Intellect.

Genius Is Eternal Patience.