One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.
Art persists, it timelessly continues.
Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.