An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.

An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

If the painter works directly from nature, he ultimately looks for nothing but momentary effects; he does not try to compose, and soon he gets monotonous.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

I consider that women who are authors, lawyers, and politicians are monsters.