“The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter—perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no reason to explain it's presence - no mission to fulfill - a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist - a puzzle to the botanist - an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.”

Propositions, 2
1870 - 1903, The Gentle Art of Making Enemies' (1890)

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American-born, British-based artist 1834–1903

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