For art and joy go together, with bold openness, and high head, and ready hand - fearing naught and dreading no exposure.

Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.

I remember that at one time I always made a drawing before going to bed!! - Of myself I mean - though I finally destroyed most of them.

You shouldn't say it is not good. You should say, you do not like it; and then, you know, you're perfectly safe.

The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.

The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter - perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no reason to explain its presence - no mission to fulfill - a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist - a puzzle to the botanist - an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.

Nature is very rarely right, to such an extent even, that it might almost be said that nature is usually wrong.