I Use Everything That I Pick Up

I Did Not Use Paint, I Made Myself Up Morally.

The One Happiness Is To Shut One's Door Upon A Little Room, With A Table Before One, And To Create; To Create Life In That Isolation From Life.

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.

When We Grow Old, There Can Only Be One Regret - Not To Have Given Enough Of Ourselves.

All That I Have To Offer As An Artist Is The Revelation Of My Soul