Claude shall paint her." "I have not known La Signora long enough," said Claude, "to aspire to such an honour.

I paint no face which I have not studied for a year." "Faith!" said Scoutbush, "you would find no more in most faces at the year's end, than you did the first day." "Then I would not paint them.

If I paint a portrait, which I seldom do, I wish to make it such a one as the old masters aimed at,--to give the sum total of the whole character; traces of every emotion, if it were possible, and glances of every expression which have passed over it since it was born into the world.

They are all here, the whole past and future of the man; and every man, as the Mohammedans say, carries his destiny on his forehead." "But who has eyes to see it ?" "The old masters had; some of them at least.

Raphael had; Sebastian del Piombo had; and Titian, and Giorgione.