A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.

Though one can dine in New York, one could not dwell there.

Time is a waste of money.

I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.

What fire does not destroy, it hardens

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty.

I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.