If People Knew How Hard I Worked

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.

Sculpture Is Made By Taking Away, While Painting Is Made By Adding.