In A Burning Building I Would Save

Only Reality Interests Me Now And I Know I Could Spend The Rest Of My Life In Copying A Chair.

The More I Work, The More I See Things Differently, That Is, Everything Gains In Grandeur Every Day, Becomes More And More Unknown, More And More Beautiful. The Closer I Come, The Grander It Is, The More Remote It Is.

If We Master A Bit Of Drawing, Everything Else Is Possible.

What I Am Looking For Is Not Happiness. I Work Solely Because It Is Impossible For Me To Do Anything Else.

If The Glass There In Front Of Me Astounds Me More Than All The Glasses I've Seen In Painting, And If I Even Think That The Greatest Architectural Wonder Of The World Couldn't Affect Me More Than This Glass, It's Really Not Worth While Going To The Indies To See Some Temple Or Other When I Have As Much And More Right In Front Of Me.