“Dear me! how long is art!And short is our life!I often know amid the scholar's strifeA sinking feeling in my mind and heart.How difficult the means are to be foundBy which the primal sources may be breached;And long before the halfway point is reached,They bury a poor devil in the ground.”
“Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.”
“Life is short. Art long. Opportunity is fleeting. Expierience treacherous. Judgement difficult.”
“Art is long. Life is short. A picture can become for us a highway between a particular thing and a universal feeling.”
“I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.”
“The devil take order! I'll to the throng:Let life be short, else shame will be too long.”