Nature is very rarely right, to such an extent even, that it might almost be said that nature is usually wrong.

For art and joy go together, with bold openness, and high head, and ready hand - fearing naught and dreading no exposure.

As music is the poetry of sound, so is painting the poetry of sight and the subject-matter has nothing to do with harmony of sound or of color.

Truly color is vice! Of course, it can be, and has the right to be one of the finest virtues. Controlled by the strong hand and careful guidance of her Master drawing, color is a splendid Mistress, with a mate worthy of herself, her lover, but her Master likewise, the most magnificent Mistress possible, and the result is evident in all the glorious things that spring from their union.

An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.

To say of a picture, as is often said in its praise, that it shows great and earnest labour, is to say that it is incomplete and unfit for view.

Mauve is just pink trying to be purple.