One Never Paints Violently Enough.

Curiously Enough, The Sublime Is Generally Achieved Through Want Of Proportion.

What Makes Sovereign Ugliness Are Our Conventions.

Criticism Is Like Many Other Things, It Drags Along After What Has Already Been Said And Doesn't Get Out Of Its Rut.

In Every Art We Are Always Obliged To Return To The Accepted Means Of Expression, The Conventional Language Of The Art. What Is A Black-and-white Drawing But A Convention To Which The Beholder Has Become So Accustomed That With His Mind's Eye He Sees A Complete Equivalent In The Translation From Nature?

I Go To Work As Others Rush To See Their Mistresses, And When I Leave, I Take Back With Me To My Solitude, Or In The Midst Of The Distractions That I Pursue, A Charming Memory That Does Not In The Least Resemble The Troubled Pleasure Of Lovers.