What Matters Most To Me? To Work

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

Exactitude Is Not Truth.

Don't Wait For Inspiration. It Comes While One Is Working.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

To Look At Something As Though We Had Never Seen It Before Requires Great Courage.