No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Discipline is liberation.

Nothing is more revealing than movement.

Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward.

'Age' is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.

Art is eternal for it reveals the inner landscape which is the soul of man.

Misery is a communicable disease.