You can think of a painter as a trio - the artist, his talent and his muse, the last two always on the lookout for a new brush man.

A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless.

There would be a lot more optimists if it weren't for the rise-and-shine requierement.

In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.

The little money I have - that is my wealth, but the things I have for which I would not take money, that is my treasure.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

The trouble with always leaving yourself a way out is that you always take it.