Draughtsmen May Be Made, But Colourists Are

If Painters Left Nothing Of Themselves After Their Deaths, So That We Were Obliged To Rank Them As We Do Actors According To The Judgment Of Their Contemporaries, How Different Their Reputations Would Be From What Posterity Has Made Them!

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

Always, At The Back Of Your Soul, There Is Something That Says To You, 'mortal, Drawn From Eternal Life For A Short Time, Think How Precious These Moments Are.

Every Time I Await A Model, Even When I Am Most Pressed To Time, I Am Overjoyed When The Time Comes And I Tremble When I Hear The Key Turn In The Door.

Cold Exactitude Is Not Art; Ingenious Artifice, When It Pleases Or When It Expresses, Is Art Itself.