The Artist Is Chosen By

There Is No Man On Earth Who Can Give A Final Judgment On What The Most Beautiful Shape May Be. Only God Knows.

But I Shall Let The Little I Have Learnt Go Forth Into The Day In Order That Someone Better Than I May Guess The Truth, And In His Work May Prove And Rebuke My Error. At This I Shall Rejoice That I Was Yet A Means Whereby This Truth Has Come To Light.

Art Is Embedded In Nature And They Who Can Extract It, Have It.

An Artist Of Understanding And Experience Can Show More Of His Great Power And Art In Small Things Roughly And Rudely Done, Than Many Another In A Great Work. A Man May Often Draw Something With His Pen On A Half Sheet Of Paper In One Day . . . . And It Shall Be Fuller Of Art And Better Than Another's Great Work Whereon He Hath Spent A Whole Year's Careful Labor.

What Beauty Is, I Know Not, Though It Adheres To Many Things.