Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
There are two indices of genuine art: it is inimitable and it is ineffable.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.
With a limited palette, the older painters could do just as well as today what they did was sounder.