The artist does not draw what he sees, but what he has to make others see.

Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.

The frame is the reward of the artist.

I would have been in mortal misery all my life for fear my wife might say, "That's a pretty little thing," after I had finished a picture.

If I could have had my own way, I would have confined myself to black and white.

We were created to look at one another, weren't we?

So that's the telephone? They ring, and you run.