I've Been Forty Years Discovering That The

I Don't Paint Things. I Only Paint The Difference Between Things.

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.

Seek For The Boldest Color Possible, Content Is Irrelevant.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Art Should Be Something Like A Good Armchair In Which To Rest From Physical Fatigue.