I Am A Poor Man And Of

What One Has Most To Work And Struggle For In Painting Is To Do The Work With A Great Amount Of Labour And Sweat In Such A Way That It May Afterward Appear, However Much It Was Laboured Upon, To Have Been Done Almost Quickly And Almost Without Any Labour, And Very Easily, Although It Was Not.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

Do Not Be Concerned That You Might Set A Target Too High And Fail. Be Concerned That You Will Set It Too Low And Succeed.

Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No Trifle.

It Is Well With Me Only When I Have A Chisel In My Hand.