There are quite enough unpleasant things in life without the need to manufacture more.

I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.

There are some things in painting which cannot be explained, and that something is essential.

What is to be done about these literary people, who will never understand that painting is a craft and that the material side comes first? The ideas come afterwards, when the picture is finished.

With a limited palette, the older painters could do just as well as today what they did was sounder.

People love to be nice, but you must give them the chance.

"The work of art must seize upon you...carry you away."