Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.

If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.

The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.

The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.

We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.

I can't tell you if genius is hereditary, because heaven has granted me no offspring.

Nature is usually wrong.