The Critics Can Say Stupid Things And

It Is Better To Paint From Memory, For Thus Your Work Will Be Your Own.

Beautiful Colors Exist, Though We Do Not Realize It, And Are Glimpsed Behind The Veil That Modesty Has Drawn Over Them.

My God! How Terrible These Money Questions Are For An Artist!

Nothing So Resembles A Daub As A Masterpiece.

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.