Talent Does Whatever It Wants To Do.

Real Beauty In The Arts Is Eternal And Would Be Accepted At All Periods; But It Wears The Dress Of Its Century: Something Of That Dress Clings To It, And Woe To The Works Which Appear In Periods When The General Taste Is Corrupted.

What Makes Sovereign Ugliness Are Our Conventions.

I Am Carrying Out My Plan, So Long Formulated, Of Keeping A Journal. What I Most Keenly Wish Is Not To Forget That I Am Writing For Myself Alone. Thus I Shall Always Tell The Truth, I Hope, And Thus I Shall Improve Myself. These Pages Will Reproach Me For My Changes Of Mind.

In Abandoning The Vagueness Of The Sketch The Artist Shows More Of His Personality By Revealing The Range But Also The Limitations Of His Talent.

Experience Alone Can Give, Even To The Greatest Talent, That Confidence In Having Done All That Could Be Done.