The artist gazes upon a reality and creates his own impression. The viewer gazes upon the impression and creates his own reality.

So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches.

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.

Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.

Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.

There are more lines formed than things worth waiting for.

There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.