If you don’t know where you’re going, you won’t get anywhere.
If people stopped to consider even a quarter of what they say, this world would be paradise.
I could go on painting for a thousand years, but that wouldn’t change men’s folly, bigotry, and savagery in the slightest.
Envy is a blind man who wants to pull out your eyes.
Death has messengers who roam the streets in search of dimwits and numbskulls, people who never think about things like death and mortality.
Beauty is a breath of air that blows against the wind of reality.
Basic strategy: When you’re caught with your pants down, start screaming and attack.
Artists live in the future or in the past, rarely in the present.
An artist’s life is a life of risk, of uncertainty, and, almost always, of poverty.