Count no day lost in which you waited your turn, took only your share and sought advantage over no one.

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.

The object of most prayers is to wangle an advance on good intentions.

Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken.

No man is so idle that he cannot rouse himself just enough to get in the way of a busy person.

Eventually you come to realize that most people aren't looking for a fight but for someone to surrender to.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.