Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.
People will forgive anything but beauty and talent. So I am doubly unpardonable.
I can't tell you if genius is hereditary, because heaven has granted me no offspring.
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.
Listen! There was never an artistic period. There was never an art-loving nation.
Frederic Leighton to James McNeill Whistler: 'My dear Whistler, you leave your pictures in such a sketchy, unfinished state. Why don't you ever finish them?' James McNeill Whistler to Frederic Leighton: 'My dear Leighton, why do you ever begin yours?