The difficulty in life is the choice.

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

Taking something from one man and making it worse is plagiarism.

Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?

Some men spend their lives watching bees and ants, noting down the habits of these insects; my pleasure is to watch the human mind, noting how unselfish instincts rise to the surface and sink back again, making way for selfish instincts, each equally necessary, for the world would perish were it to become entirely selfish or entirely unselfish.

I have written 30,000 words in a month - think of it - 30,000! I hope I am putting the right number of naughts: an average of a thousand words a day! For thirty days!

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

Art is not a thing; it is a way.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.

What is art but a way of seeing?