You can't run a without taking risks.

Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass.

One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail.

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

When it comes right down to it, all you have is your self. Your Self is a sun with a thousand rays.

The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting. And the dust that falls on it every day remains there. Everything that's come down to us from the past has been conserved by dust.

We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.