The inquiry of truth, which is the love-making, or the wooing of it, the knowledge of truth, which is the presence of it, and the belief of truth, which is the enjoying of it, is the sovereign good of human nature.

Such is the way of all superstition, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments, or the like; wherein men, having a delight in such vanities, mark the events where they are fulfilled, but where they fail, though this happen much oftener.

I regret not starting to paint earlier...It is one of the few things I do regret.

If we are to achieve things never before accomplished we must employ methods never before attempted

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

For it is most true that a natural and secret hatred and aversation towards society in any man, hath somewhat of the savage beast.