We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our

Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My Breast, And Each Will Wrestle For The Mastery There.

Investigate What Is, And Not What Pleases.

Very Few People Love Others For What They Are; Rather, They Love What They Lend Them, Their Own Selves, Their Own Idea Of Them.

Art Is Long, Life Is Short; Judgement Difficult, Opportunity Transient.

Everything Transitory Is But An Image.