There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip;

You Must Aim High, Not In What You Are Going To Do At Some Future Date, But In What You Are Going To Make Yourself Do To-day. Otherwise, Working Is Just A Waste Of Time.

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Must Make Others See. Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things. A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Imagination Of The Artist; It Must Never Be A Copy. If Then Two Or Three Natural Accents Can Be Added, Obviously No Harm Is Done. The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

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

A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Artist's Imagination, It Must Never Be A Copy.