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.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.

The Artist Who Aims At Perfection In Everything Achieves It In Nothing.

Nourish Yourself With Grand And Austere Ideas Of Beauty That Feed The Soul Seek Solitude.

The Only Ones Who Can Really Benefit By Consulting The Model Are Those Who Can Produce Their Effect Without A Model.