I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.

When young, one is confident to be able to build palaces for mankind, but when the time comes one has one's hands full just to be able to remove their trash.

The nude is the perfect expression of freedom. Freedom to be.

All that is noble is in itself of a quiet nature, and appears to sleep until it is aroused and summoned forth by contrast.

In art, the best is good enough.

If you call a thing bad you do little, if you call a thing good you do much

Do thine own task, and be therewith content.