No Great Work Of Art Is Ever

If The Wine Is Not Good, Then Throw It Out!

I Already Have A Wife Who Is Too Much For Me.. She Is My Art, And My Works Are My Children.

Beauty Is The Purgation Of Superfluities.

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.