Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Don't be too dismissive of children. While it's true that few children are artists, all artists are children.

An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.

There are no fascinating people, only their works are fascinating.

Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.