Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried, or childless men.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

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 is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.

The human understanding of its own nature is prone to suppose the existence of more order and regularity in the world than it finds.

I think I tend to destroy the better paintings, or those that have been better to a certain extent. I try and take them further, and they lose all their qualities, and they lose everything. I think I would say that I destroy all the better paintings.

It cannot be that axioms established by argumentation should avail for the discovery of new works, since the subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of argument. But axioms duly and orderly formed from particulars easily discover the way to new particulars, and thus render sciences active.