This beginning with Audacity, or being thrown into the middle of it, is already a very great part of the art of painting.

I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

The power of man has grown in every sphere, except over himself.

Never trust a man who has not a single redeeming vice.

Fancy cutting down all those beautiful trees...to make pulp for those bloody newspapers, and calling it civilisation.

We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young. The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.

Just to paint is great fun. The colours are lovely to look at and delicious to squeeze out. Matching them, however crudely, with what you see is fascinating and absolutely absorbing.