I Do Not Seek. I Find.

Forcing Yourself To Use Restricted Means Is The Sort Of Restraint That Liberates Invention. It Obliges You To Make A Kind Of Progress That You Can't Even Imagine In Advance.

We All Know That Art Is Not Truth. Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth At Least The Truth That Is Given Us To Understand. The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

A Picture Is Not Thought Out And Settled Beforehand. While It Is Being Done It Changes As One's Thoughts Change.

Art Is The Best Possible Introduction To The Culture Of The World. I Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings It Can Summon At A Touch. It Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.