The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.
People will forgive anything but beauty and talent. So I am doubly unpardonable.
Listen! There was never an artistic period. There was never an art-loving nation.
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.
If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.
It is for the artist... in portrait painting to put on canvas something more than the face the model wears for that one day; to paint the man, in short, as well as his features.