No Small Dabs Of Colour - You

I Hate To Paint Portraits! I Hope Never To Paint Another Portrait In My Life. Portraiture May Be All Right For A Man In His Youth, But After Forty I Believe That Manual Dexterity Deserts One, And, Besides, The Color-sense Is Less Acute. Youth Can Better Stand The Exactions Of A Personal Kind That Are Inseparable From Portraiture. I Have Had Enough Of It.

It Is Certain That At Certain Times Talent Entirely Overcomes Thought Or Poetry.

Mine Is The Horny Hand Of Toil.

I Don't Dig Beneath The Surface For Things That Don't Appear Before My Own Eyes.

A Portrait Is A Painting With Something Wrong With The Mouth.