Those trying to explain pictures are as a rule completely mistaken.

It's insane how many Roman coins are being found! It's as if all Romans had holes in their pockets. They sowed coins wherever they went. Even in the fields. Maybe to grow money . . .

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature; she imposes on him character and appearance.

Without great solitude no serious work is possible.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.

The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting.