I Am A Poor Man And Of

A Good Artist Ought Never To Allow Impatience To Overcome His Sense Of The Main End Of Art - Perfection

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

Patience Is Eternal Genius

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

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