Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.

Genius Is Eternal Patience.

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.

Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of Freedom.

The Promises Of This World Are, For The Most Part, Vain Phantoms; And To Confide In One's Self, And Become Something Of Worth And Value Is The Best And Safest Course.

The Science Of Design, Or Of Line-drawing, If You Like To Use This Term, Is The Source And Very Essence Of Painting, Sculpture, Architecture... Sometimes... It Seems To Me That... All The Works Of The Human Brain And Hand Are Either Design Itself Or A Branch Of That Art.