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.

Those who cannot begin do not finish.

I have heard it very often said that an artist does not need intelligence, that his is the province of the soul

There is nothing in all the world more beautiful or significant of the laws of the universe than the nude human body.

You can do anything you want to do. What is rare is this actual wanting to do a specific thing: wanting it so much that you are practically blind to all other things, that nothing else will satisfy you.

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

Art when really understood is the province of every human being. It is simply a question of doing things, anything, well. It is not an outside, extra thing.