With Few Words I Shall Make Thee

I Was Never The Kind Of Painter Or Sculptor Who Kept A Shop.

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

I Sometimes Set Myself Thinking And Imagining That I Find Amongst Men But One Single Art Or Science, And That Is Drawing Or Painting, All Others Being Members Proceeding Therefrom.