Art Washes Away From The Soul The

We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

Nature Does Many Things The Way I Do, But She Hides Them!

My Mother Said To Me, 'if You Are A Soldier, You Will Become A General. If You Are A Monk, You Will Become The Pope.' Instead, I Was A Painter, And Became Picasso.

I Consider A Work Of Art As A Product Of Calculations, Calculations That Are Frequently Unknown To The Author Himself.

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.