The true painter strives to paint what can only be seen through his world.
An artist never really finishes his work; he merely abandons it.
An artist is someone who produces things that people don’t need to have but that he — for some reason — thinks it would be a good idea to give them.
The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.
Art should imitate chance.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist. The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life.
Colors are the deeds and sufferings of light.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.
Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort. If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass.