I assure you that there's a lot involved in compositions with figures. ... It's like weaving... you must control and keep an eye on several things at once.

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

Christ alone, of all the philosophers, magicians, etc., has affirmed eternal life as the most important certainty, the infinity of time, the futility of death, the necessity and purpose of serenity and devotion. He lived serenely, as an artist greater than all other artists, scorning marble and clay and paint, working in the living flesh. In other words, this peerless artist, scarcely conceivable with the blunt instrument of our modern, nervous and obtuse brains, made neither statues nor paintings nor books. He maintained in no uncertain terms that he made ... living men, immortals.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.