The essential in this time of moral poverty is to create enthusiasm.

This idea of art for art's sake is a hoax.

I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who "appreciate" beauty. What is beauty, anyway? There's no such thing. I never "appreciate," any more than I "like." I love it or I hate.

I am always making that what I am not capable, in an attempt to learn how to doing it.

They'll sell you thousands of greens. Veronese green and emerald green and cadmium green and any sort of green you like; but that particular green, never.

All children paint like geniuses. What do we do to them that so quickly dulls this ability?

We must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.