To Love A Painting Is To Feel

The Attempt To Force Human Beings To Despise Themselves Is What I Call Hell.

The Truth About A Man Lies First And Foremost In What He Hides.

Every Young Man's Heart Is A Graveyard In Which Are Inscribed The Names Of A Thousand Dead Artists But Whose Only Actual Denizens Are A Few Mighty, Often Antagonistic, Ghosts.

The True Painter Strives To Paint What Can Only Be Seen Through His World.

The Basic Problem Is That Our Civilization, Which Is A Civilization Of Machines, Can Teach Man Everything Except How To Be A Man.