For friends... do but look upon good Books: they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble.

I use all sorts of things to work with: old brooms, old sweaters, and all kinds of peculiar tools and materials... I paint to excite myself, and make something for myself.

Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart.

The essential form of knowledge... is nothing but a representation of truth: for the truth of being and the truth of knowing are one, differing no more than the direct beam and the beam reflected.

You could say that I have no inspiration, that I only need to paint.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted... but to weigh and consider.

Men leave their riches either to their kindred or their friends, and moderate portions prosper best in both.