The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life.

The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.

Where there is a true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.

The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else

Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.