When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressing creature.

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.

Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.

Personal experimentation is revealing, and once you get into it, immensely engaging.

Art is certainly not a pursuit for anyone who wants to make money.

An artist must first of all respond to his subject, he must be filled with emotion toward that subject and then he must make his technique so sincere, so translucent that it may be forgotten, the value of the subject shining through it.

Art is the giving by each man of his evidence to the world. Those who wish to give, love to give, discover the pleasure of giving. Those who give are tremendously strong.