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.

Old age is a hindrance to creativity but cannot crush my youthful spirit.

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

Choose only one master - Nature.

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.