Choose only one master - Nature.
An honest man always values earning honor over wealth.
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.
Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.
Without atmosphere a painting is nothing.