Work always as if you were a master, expect from yourself a masterpiece.

Art after all is but an extension of language to the expression of sensations too subtle for words.

Whatever you feel or think your exact state at the exact moment of your brush touching the canvas is in some way registered in that stroke.

Genius is not a possession of the limited few, but exists in some degree in everyone. Where there is natural growth, a full and free play of faculties, genius will manifest itself.

The fun of living is that we have to make ourselves, after all.

There are mighty few people who think what they think they think.

Beauty is an intangible thing; can not be fixed on the surface, and the wear and tear of old age on the body cannot defeat it. Nor will a "pretty" face make it, for "pretty" faces are often dull and empty, and beauty is never dull and it fills all spaces.