Genius Is Eternal Patience.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

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

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

If I Love In Thee, Beloved, Only What Thou Lovest Most, Do Not Be Angry; For So One Spirit Is Enamoured Of Another.

A Good Artist Ought Never To Allow Impatience To Overcome His Sense Of The Main End Of Art - Perfection