Elaboration Is Not Beauty, And Sand-paper Never

Beauty Is That Little Something That Fills The Whole World, And Is Contained Neither In A Single Straight Nose, A Long Eyelash, Nor A Blue Mountain. Some See It In A Leg Of Mutton, Others In A Compound Fracture; And To Expect Others To Accept One's Own Definition Of It Is As Absurd As To Expect All Humanity To Use The Same Toilet-brush.

I Tell You It's No Joke To Paint A Portrait. I Wonder That I Am Not More Timid When I Begin. I Feel Almost Certain That I Can Do It. It Seems Very Simple. I Don't Think Of The Time That Is Sure To Come When I Almost Despair, When The Whole Thing Seems Hopeless.

Compare Constantly, Lines And Angles... Hold Looking-glass Before Your Model And Your Drawing. Take A Second's Glance Only, And See If The Impression Be The Same. If It Be Not, Ask, 'what Is The Difference?

Most Of Us Live For The Critic, And He Lives On Us. He Doesn't Sacrifice Himself. He Gets So Much A Line For Writing A Criticism. If The Birds Should Read The Newspapers, They Would All Take To Changing Their Notes. The Parrots Would Exchange With The Nightingales, And What A Farce It Would Be!

I Don't Like Persuaded Sitters. I Never Could Paint A Cat If The Cat Had Any Scruples, Religious, Superstitious, Or Otherwise, About Sitting.