There Is Love, And There Is Work;

I Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.

The Frame Is The Reward Of The Artist.

I Felt So Insufficiently Equipped, So Unprepared, So Weak, And At The Same Time It Seemed To Me That My Reflections On Art Were Correct. I Quarreled With All The World And With Myself.

Everyone Has Talent At Twenty-five. The Difficulty Is To Have It At Fifty.

I Always Urged My Contemporaries To Look For Interest And Inspiration To The Development And Study Of Drawing, But They Would Not Listen. They Thought The Road To Salvation Lay By The Way Of Colour.