It's Always Hopeless To Talk About Painting

I Confess That I Have As Vast Contemplative Ends, As I Have Moderate Civil Ends: For I Have Taken All Knowledge To Be My Province.

Great Art Is Deeply Ordered. Even If Within The Order There May Be Enormously Instinctive And Accidental Things, Nevertheless They Come Out Of A Desire For Ordering And For Returning Fact Onto The Nervous System In A More Violent Way.

People Usually Think According To Their Inclinations, Speak According To Their Learning And Ingrained Opinions, But Generally Act According To Custom.

The Voice Of The People Has About It Something Divine: For How Otherwise Can So Many Heads Agree Together As One?

The Only Really Interesting Thing Is What Happens Between Two People In A Room.