If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a minotaur.

Everything exists in limited quantity - especially happiness.

A painter is a man who paints what he sells; an artist, on the other hand, is a man who sells what he paints.

I have always believed and still believe that artists who live and work with spiritual values cannot and should not remain indifferent to the conflict in which the highest values of humanity and civilization are at stake.

The people who make art their business are mostly imposters.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

It is my misfortune - and probably my delight - to use things as my passions tell me. What a miserable fate for a painter who adores blondes to have to stop himself putting them into a picture because they don't go with the basket of fruit! . . . I put all the things I like into my pictures. The things - so much the worse for them. They just have to put up with it.