No Task Is A Long One But

Progress, This Great Heresy Of Decay.

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.

Nothing In A Portrait Is A Matter Of Indifference. Gesture, Grimace, Clothing, Decor Even - All Must Combine To Realize A Character.

Nearly All Our Originality Comes From The Stamp That Time Impresses Upon Our Sensibility.

Passion I Hate, And Spirit Does Me Wrong. Let Us Love Gently.