The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions.

Painting Predicates What Man Wants To See, And What Man Ought To See, Not What He Ordinarily Sees.

Talent Develops In Quiet, Alone; Character Is Sharpened In The Torrent Of The World.

No One Would Talk Much In Society If They Knew How Often They Misunderstood Others.

Behavior Is The Mirror In Which Everyone Shows Their Image.

These Auspicious Aspects, Which The Astrologers Subsequently Interpreted For Me, May Have Been The Causes Of My Preservation.