Talent Does Whatever It Wants To Do.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.

In Every Art We Are Always Obliged To Return To The Accepted Means Of Expression, The Conventional Language Of The Art. What Is A Black-and-white Drawing But A Convention To Which The Beholder Has Become So Accustomed That With His Mind's Eye He Sees A Complete Equivalent In The Translation From Nature?

One Should Not Be Too Difficult. An Artist Should Not Treat Himself Like An Enemy.

Let A Man Of Genius Make Use [of Photography] As It Should Be Used, And He Will Raise Himself To A Height That We Do Not Know.

I Live In Company With A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal. He It Is Who Notes That Individuality Which Is The Seal Of The Weakness Of Our Race. My Soul Has Wings, But The Brutal Jailer Is Strict.