The Head Is What Matters. The Rest

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.

Artistically I Am Still A Child With A Whole Life Ahead Of Me To Discover And Create. I Want Something, But I Won't Know What It Is Until I Succeed In Doing It.

That's The Terrible Thing: The More One Works On A Picture, The More Impossible It Becomes To Finish It.

The Human Face Is As Strange To Me As A Countenance, Which, The More One Looks At It, The More It Closes Itself Off And Escapes By The Steps Of Unknown Stairways.

When You Look At Art Made By Other People, You See What You Need To See In It.