An Artist Is Someone Who Has Learned

I Can Live Only Wholly With You Or Not At All.

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

What Is To Reach The Heart Must Come From Above; If It Does Not Come From Thence, It Will Be Nothing But Notes, Body Without Spirit.

Don't Only Practise Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets.

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.