The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

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.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.

There is a strong chance that siblings who turn out well were hassled by the same parents.

It is one thing to show your child the way, and a harder thing to then stand out of it

There is a what-the-hell moment in life when you feel you have been pre-punished for every sin you'll ever commit.