I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.

A painting is finished when the artist says it is finished.

Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.

A painting is not made to be sniffed.

A painting is complete when it has the shadows of a god.

I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.

Try to put well in practice what you already know; and in so doing, you will in good time, discover the hidden things you now inquire about. Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know.