Good painting is the kind that looks like sculpture.
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
So now, from this mad passion Which made me take art for an idol and a king I have learnt the burden of error that it bore And what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time That I was given for reflecting upon God.
A great sculpture can roll down a hill without breaking.
I sometimes set myself thinking and imagining that I find amongst men but one single art or science, and that is drawing or painting, all others being members proceeding therefrom.
