Good Painting Is The Kind That Looks

Read The Heart And Not The Letter For The Pen Cannot Draw Near The Good Intent.

It Is Well With Me Only When I Have A Chisel In My Hand.

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

Painters Are Not In Any Way Unsociable Through Pride, But Either Because They Find Few Pursuits Equal To Painting, Or In Order Not To Corrupt Themselves With The Useless Conversation Of Idle People, And Debase The Intellect From The Lofty Imaginations In Which They Are Always Absorbed.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.