Modern reality has got such a hold on us that... when we attempt to reconstruct the ancient days in our thoughts...the minor events of our lives tear us away from our meditations, and... thrust us back into our personal [problems]

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.

The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.