The power of one fair face makes my love sublime, for it has weaned my heart from low desires.
One paints with one's head, not one's hand.
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.
Sculpture is made by taking away, while painting is made by adding.
The goods of Fortune, even such as they really are, still need taste to enjoy them. It is the enjoying no the possessing, that makes us happy.