What Beauty Is, I Know Not, Though

But I Shall Let The Little I Have Learnt Go Forth Into The Day In Order That Someone Better Than I May Guess The Truth, And In His Work May Prove And Rebuke My Error. At This I Shall Rejoice That I Was Yet A Means Whereby This Truth Has Come To Light.

An Artist Of Understanding And Experience Can Show More Of His Great Power And Art In Small Things Roughly And Rudely Done, Than Many Another In A Great Work. A Man May Often Draw Something With His Pen On A Half Sheet Of Paper In One Day . . . . And It Shall Be Fuller Of Art And Better Than Another's Great Work Whereon He Hath Spent A Whole Year's Careful Labor.

Art Is Embedded In Nature And They Who Can Extract It, Have It.

What Beauty Is, I Know Not, Though It Adheres To Many Things.

He That Would Be A Painter Must Have A Natural Turn Thereto. Love And Delight Therein Are Better Of The Art Of Painting Than Compulsion.