Work alone will efface the footsteps of work.
Nature is usually wrong.
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.
You shouldn't say it is not good. You should say, you do not like it; and then, you know, you're perfectly safe.
Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.
Over and over again did the Attorney-General cry out aloud, in the agony of his cause, 'What is to become of painting if the critics withhold their lash?