Painting is a blind man’s profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
If we do not like our work, and do not try to get happiness out of it, we are a menace to our profession as well as to ourselves.
If I would be a young man again and had to decide how to make my living, I would not try to become a scientist or scholar or teacher. I would rather choose to be a plumber or a peddler in the hope to find that modest degree of independence still available under present circumstances.