Those who cannot begin do not finish.

In certain books—some way in the first few paragraphs you know that you have met a brother.

Do whatever you do intensely.

What we need is more sense of the wonder of life and less of this business of making a picture.

No work of Art is really ever finished. They only stop at good places.

It seems to me that before a man tries to express anything to the world he must recognize in himself an individual, a new one, very distinct from others.

The true artist regards his work as a means of talking with men [and women], of saying his say to himself and to others. It is not a question of pay.