If We Have Been Pleased With Life,

Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.

And Still I Am Learning.

No One Has Mastery, Before He Is At The End, Of His Art And His Life.

Read The Heart And Not The Letter For The Pen Cannot Draw Near The Good Intent.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.