The Source Of Genius Is Imagination Alone,

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

Seeing Artistically Does Not Happen Automatically. We Must Constantly Develop Our Powers Of Observation.

One Never Paints Violently Enough.

Everyone Knows That Yellow, Orange, And Red Suggest Ideas Of Joy And Plenty. I Can Paint You The Skin Of Venus With Mud, Provided You Let Me Surround It As I Will.

A Wife Of Your Own Stature Is The Greatest Of All Blessings.