Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.
There is a kind of success that is indistinguishable from panic.
Taste! It doesn't exist. An artist makes beautiful things without being aware of it.
Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.
And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.
You have to have a high conception, not of what you are doing, but of what you may do one day: without that, there's no point in working.