A painting is not made to be sniffed.
Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.
A painting is finished when the artist says it is finished.
Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know.
I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.
Of course you will say that I ought to be practical and ought to try and paint the way they want me to paint. Well, I will tell you a secret. I have tried and I have tried very hard, but I can't do it. I just can't do it! And that is why I am just a little crazy.