The world is not so kind, people trap your mind.
If you are not skillful enough to sketch a man jumping out of a window in the time it takes him to fall from the fourth storey to the ground, you will never be able to produce great works.
If painters left nothing of themselves after their deaths, so that we were obliged to rank them as we do actors according to the judgment of their contemporaries, how different their reputations would be from what posterity has made them!
What I have done cannot be taken from me.
Not only can color, which is under fixed laws, be taught like music, but it is easier to learn than drawing, whose elaborate principles cannot be taught.
Give me some mud, and I will paint you a woman's flesh.
Perhaps the sketch of a work is so pleasing because everyone can finish it as he chooses.
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
Every time I do an interview, it's like serious therapy. But real therapy isn't something that I'd ever have. I feel fortunate that mentally everything is functioning well.
Men work harder and more readily when they labor on that which is their own.
I am sure everyone here has noticed a city where they felt at home, or a city that had “bad vibes. ”