If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio and the learned babble of the sale-room and varnishing Auctioneer.

Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?

There is a great difference between painting a face and not washing it.

"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "Rough with age and gashed with wars; Show my visage as you find it, Less than truth my soul abhors."

The atmosphere beneath is languorous, and is so tinged with azure that what artists call the middle distance partakes also of that hue, while the horizon beyond is of the deepest ultramarine.

Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.