I Hold That The Perfection Of Form

What Beauty Is, I Know Not, Though It Adheres To Many Things.

My Father Suffered Much And Toiled Painfully All His Life, For He Had No Resources Other Than The Proceeds Of His Trade From Which To Support Himself And His Wife And Family.

Nature Holds The Beautiful, For The Artist Who Has The Insight To Extract It. Thus, Beauty Lies Even In Humble, Perhaps Ugly Things, And The Ideal, Which Bypasses Or Improves On Nature, May Not Be Truly Beautiful In The End.

Love And Delight Are Better Teachers Than Compulsion.

Sane Judgment Abhors Nothing So Much As A Picture Perpetrated With No Technical Knowledge, Although With Plenty Of Care And Diligence.