Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
Good painting is nothing else but a copy of the perfections of God and a reminder of His painting. Finally, good painting is a music and a melody which intellect only can appreciate, and with great difficulty.
Patience is eternal genius
Art lives on constraint and dies of freedom.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.