Those Who Cannot Begin Do Not Finish.

I Have Heard It Very Often Said That An Artist Does Not Need Intelligence, That His Is The Province Of The Soul

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

Knowledge Of Anatomy Is A Tool Like Good Brushes.

The Sketch Hunter Moves Through Life As He Finds It, Not Passing Negligently The Things He Loves, But Stopping To Know Them, And To Note Them Down In The Shorthand Of His Sketchbook.

To Be Free, To Be Happy And To Be Fruitful, Can Only Be Attained Through Sacrifice Of Many Common But Overestimated Things.