It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

The great artist is the simplifier.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

Fortunately for me, I know well enough what I want, and am basically utterly indifferent to the criticism that I work to hurriedly. In answer to that, I have done some things even more hurriedly theses last few days.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.