Art is limited to the infinite, and beginning there cannot progress.
The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.
The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.
For art and joy go together, with bold openness, and high head, and ready hand - fearing naught and dreading no exposure.
I always ask at once, 'Do you drink?' and if she says 'No,' I bow politely and say I am sorry but I fear she will not suit. All good cooks drink.
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.