The love of gain never made a painter; but it has marred many.

Nothing gets you behind faster than trying to keep up with people who are already there.

He who has no pleasure in looking up, is not fit so much as to look down.

The painter who is content with the praise of the world for what does not satisfy himself, is not an artist, but an artisan; for though his reward be only praise, his pay is that of a mechanic.

Distinction is the consequence, never the object of a great mind.

Desert being the essential condition of praise, there can be no reality in the one without the other.

Selfishness in art, as in other things, is sensibility kept at home.