Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.
The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.
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?
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.
Nature is usually wrong.
I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.