The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

In fact, whatever exists in the universe, in essence, in appearance, in the imagination, the painter has first in his mind and then in his hands ... it lies in his power to create them . . .

The knowledge of the past times and of the places of the earth is both an ornament and nutriment to the human mind.

Beauty perishes in life, but is immortal in art.

Who sows virtue ought to reap honour.

Our body is dependent on heaven and heaven on the Spirit.