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.

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

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.

Painting is the grandchild of nature. It is related to God.

A painting is not made to be sniffed.

An honest man always values earning honor over wealth.

Choose only one master - Nature.