Make chance essential.

My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.

You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.

Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.

It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.