Everything depends on the attitude of the artist toward his subject. It is essential.

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.

In every human being there is the artist, and whatever his activity, he has an equal chance with any to express the result of his growth and his contact with life. I don't believe any real artist cares whether what he does is 'art' or not. Who, after all, knows what art is?

The real artist's work is a surprise to himself.

The sketch hunter moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook.

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

There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom.