The wise man questions the wisdom of others because he questions his own, the foolish man, because it is different from his own.
The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose.
I never had to choose a subject my subject rather chose me.
The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
I have been no more than a medium, as it were.
Not what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
We live in a rainbow of chaos.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
Pierre Auguste Renoir
Experience has two things to teach; the first is that we must correct a great deal; the second, that we must not correct too much.
Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure, and express your pleasure strongly.
If there were only one truth, you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.
I paint things as they are. I don't comment. I record.
Henri De Toulouse Lautrec
The painting is complete when the idea is obliterated.
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
I try to make concrete that which is abstract.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
I love cats. I love their grace and their elegance. I love their independence and their arrogance, and the way they lie and look at you, summing you up, surely to your detriment, with that unnerving, unwinking, appraising stare.
The stellar universe is not so difficult of comprehension as the real actions of other people.
The absolute pacifist is a bad citizen; times come when force must be used to uphold right, justice and ideals.
Alfred North Whitehead
Either move or be moved.
You hear it said that fathers want their sons to be what they feel they cannot themselves be, but I tell you it also works the other way.
Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.
No men who really think deeply about women retain a high opinion of them; men either despise women or they have never thought seriously about them.