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

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

An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.

A picture is finished when all trace of the means used to bring about the end has disappeared.

The explanation is quite simple. I wished to be near my mother.

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

Hang on the walls of your mind the memory of your successes. Take counsel of your strength, not your weakness. Think of the good jobs you have done. Think of the times when you rose above your average level of performance and carried out an idea or a dream or a desire for which you had deeply longed. Hang these pictures on the walls of your mind and look at them as you travel the roadway of life.