I Have Often Thought Upon Death, And

We Only Have Our Nervous System To Paint.

The Nature Of Things Betrays Itself More Readily Under The Vexations Of Art Than In Its Natural Freedom.

All Artists Are Vain, They Long To Be Recognized And To Leave Something To Posterity. They Want To Be Loved, And At The Same Time They Want To Be Free. But Nobody Is Free.

Of All The Things In Nature, The Formation And Endowment Of Man Was Singled Out By The Ancients.

Spouses Are Great Impediments To Great Enterprises.