Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song.

Think only what is right there, what is right under your nose to do. It's such a simple thing - that's why people can't do it.

Paint what you like and die happy

The moment one is on the side of life; peace and security drop out of consciousness. The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer.

I am positively against all this crap which is carried on first in the name of this thing, then in the name of that. I believe only in what is active, immediate, and personal.

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.