No escape, / No such thing; to dream of new dimensions, / Cheating checkmate by painting the king's robe / So that he slides like a queen.

I felt I was painting with a Popsicle.

All real works of art look as though they were done in joy.

Nature engenders the science of painting.

The painter turns a poem into a painting; the musician sets a picture to music.

Like Olympic medals and tennis trophies, all they signified was that the owner had done something of no benefit to anyone more capably than everyone else.