Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

And here in my isolation I can grow stronger. Poetry seems to come of itself, without effort, and I need only let myself dream a little while painting to suggest it.

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.

Nothing so resembles a daub as a masterpiece.