Genius Is Infinite Painstaking.

Dear To Me Is Sleep: Still More, Being Made Of Stone, While Pain And Guilt Still Linger Here Below, Blindness And Numbness--these Please Me Alone; Then Do Not Wake Me, Keep Your Voices Low.

I Am No Artist - Please Come And Help Me.

Let Whoever May Have Attained To So Much As To Have The Power Of Drawing Know That He Holds A Great Treasure.

Poets And Painters Have The Power To Dare, I Mean To Dare To Do Whatever They May Approve Of.

Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.