The First Virtue Of A Painting Is

One Always Has To Spoil A Picture A Little Bit, In Order To Finish It.

Even When We Look At Nature, Our Imagination Constructs The Picture.

At A Distance This Fine Oak Seems To Be Of Ordinary Size. But If I Place Myself Under Its Branches, The Impression Changes Completely: I See It As Big, And Even Terrifying In Its Bigness.

Curiously Enough, The Sublime Is Generally Achieved Through Want Of Proportion.

The Source Of Genius Is Imagination Alone.