There are infinite modes of expression in the world of art, and to insist that only by one road can the artist attain his ends is to limit him.

A wife, a lover, can perhaps never see what the artist sees They rarely ever do. Perhaps a really mediocre artist has more chance of success.

My parents did not discourage me but could not understand how I could make a living by art. Their idea of an artist was a person who was condemned to starvation.

The artist who imagines that he puts his best into a portrait in order to produce something good, which will be a pleasure to the sitter and to himself, will have some bitter experiences.

You sort of fell in love with Jane when you met her. She was exuberant, original, strong-minded and a very kind woman.

Modes are infinite, and laws are infinite.