Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.

Night is here. All is at rest. My eyes close in order to see without actually understanding the dream that flees before men infinite space; and I experience the languorous sensation produced by the mournful procession of my hopes.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

Nature has mysterious infinities and imaginative power. It is always varying the productions it offers to us. The artist himself is one of nature's means.

Proficiency in art is a contract with your self and the empowerment of your self. Not all of us demand or even desire proficiency, but for those who do it's necessary to temper the influence of groups. And while some artists think history is bunk, the historical evidence is overwhelming: "In my isolation I grow stronger."