I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on my canvas live and quiver.
I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.
Nothing costs so little, goes so far, and accomplishes so much as a single act of merciful service.
The simplest subjects are the immortal ones.
I just keep painting till I feel like pinching. Then I know it's right.
The only reward one should offer an artist is to buy his work.