Painting is the grandchild of nature. It is related to God.

I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.

Of course you will say that I ought to be practical and ought to try and paint the way they want me to paint. Well, I will tell you a secret. I have tried and I have tried very hard, but I can't do it. I just can't do it! And that is why I am just a little crazy.

A painting is complete when it has the shadows of a god.

Sincerity is the eventual deception of all great men.

Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know.

Old age is a hindrance to creativity but cannot crush my youthful spirit.

A painting is finished when the artist says it is finished.

I can't paint the way they want me to paint and they know that too.