We Work Not Only To Produce, But

As For The Ridiculous Fear Of Making Things Below One's Potential Abilities... No, There Is The Root Of The Evil. There Is The Hiding Place Of Stupidity I Must Attack: Vain Mortal, You Are Limited By Nothing.

If You Are Not Skillful Enough To Sketch A Man Jumping Out Of A Window In The Time It Takes Him To Fall From The Fourth Storey To The Ground, You Will Never Be Able To Produce Great Works.

How Can This World, Which Is So Beautiful, Include So Much Horror?

Even When We Look At Nature, Our Imagination Constructs The Picture.

Painters Who Are Not Colorists Produce Illumination, Not Painting.