A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day's sustenance, a night's repose, and due leisure, whether he be a painter or ploughman.
The wound is for you, but the pain is for me. [Fr., La blessure est pour vous, la douleur est pour moi.]
My occupation is solely that of a painter. No one can argue with pictures (re descriptions in Uncle Tom's Cabin).
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.