I Have Never Felt Salvation In Nature.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

I Cannot Live Under Pressures From Patrons, Let Alone Paint.

Heaven-born, The Soul A Heavenward Course Must Hold; Beyond The World She Soars; The Wise Man, I Affirm, Can Find No Rest In That Which Perishes, Nor Will He Lend His Heart To Ought That Doth Time Depend

A Man Paints With His Brains And Not With His Hands.

Beauty Depends On Purpose. It Is In The Elements Best Suited To Their Purpose Or Aim That Beauty Shines Forth Most Strongly.