Vices Of The Time; Vices Of The

We Cannot Command Nature Except By Obeying Her.

The Breath Of Flowers Is Far Sweeter In The Air Than In The Hand.

He That Cometh To Seek After Knowledge, With A Mind To Scorn, Shall Be Sure To Find Matter For His Humour, But No Matter For His Instruction.

Painting Is The Pattern Of One's Own Nervous System Being Projected On Canvas.

When I Paint I Am Ageless, I Just Have The Pleasure Or The Difficulty Of Painting.