The explanation is quite simple. I wished to be near my mother.

The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.

The explanation is quite simple. I wished to be near my mother.

You shouldn't say it is not good. You should say, you do not like it; and then, you know, you're perfectly safe.

A picture is finished when all trace of the means used to bring about the end has disappeared.

Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.

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.