I Do Not Judge, I Only Chronicle.

A Portrait Is A Picture In Which There Is Just A Tiny Little Something Not Quite Right About The Mouth.

An Artist Painting A Picture Should Have At His Side A Man With A Club To Hit Him Over The Head When The Picture Is Finished.

It Is Certain That At Certain Times Talent Entirely Overcomes Thought Or Poetry.

Mine Is The Horny Hand Of Toil.

Every Time I Paint A Portrait I Lose A Friend.