Drawing is the art of taking a line for a walk.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.
Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
I still come closest to success with drawing.