Exactitude is not truth.
Starting to paint, I felt gloriously free, quiet, and alone.
An artist who wants to transpose a composition onto a larger canvas must conceive it over again in order to preserve its expression; he must alter its character and not just fill in the squares into which he has divided his canvas.
There are flowers everywhere, for those who bother to look.
To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.
Arrival = Prison, and the artist must never be a prisoner.