Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

Presentation, not reference.

If a patron buys from an artist who needs money (needs money to buy tools, time, food), the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.

The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.