Out of the depths of sorrow and sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind.

Nature will not be admired by proxy.

I was not the lion, but it fell to me to give the lion's roar.

...Have the stresses of war been as bad to you personally as carrying through the policy of Collective Farms?

All dogs look up to you. All cats look down on you. Only the pig looks at you as an equal

Painting is the same kind of problem as unfolding a long, sustained interlocked argument... It is a proposition commanded by a single unity of conception.

Leave to the masters of art trained by a lifetime of devotion the wonderful process of picture-building and picture creation. Go out into the sunlight and be happy with what you see.