A person with normal eyesight would have nothing to know in the way of 'Impressionism' unless he were in a blinding light or in the dusk or dark.

No small dabs of colour - you want plenty of paint to paint with.

I do not judge, I only chronicle.

An artist painting a picture should have at his side a man with a club to hit him over the head when the picture is finished.

A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.

You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh.

Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.

If there was a volcano under their feet, a Vesuvius that could erupt and bury this modern-day Pompeii at any moment, the best thing to do was dance on it.

Color is an inborn gift, but appreciation of value is merely training of the eye, which everyone ought to be able to acquire.

If you begin with the middle-tone and work up from it toward the darks so that you deal last with your highest lights and darkest darks, you avoid false accents.

Cultivate an ever-continuous power of observation. Wherever you are, be always ready to make slight notes of postures, groups and incidents.

If he can't sleep, how will he ever dream?

Fear not the unknown. It is a sea of possibilities.

How much can you really trust the promise of a suicidal father?

The deliberative sense of the community should govern.

The Russian economy is tanking. It's gotten so bad that today Vladimir Putin had to pawn his stolen Super Bowl ring. And Putin will finance his next invasion on Kickstarter.

Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.

If a man don't go his own way, he is nothing.

I'm right-handed, and the police report said I was jerking off with my left hand. That would have been the end of the case right there, proof it couldn't have been me.

I'm lucky to have been raised in the most beautiful place - Amherst, Massachusetts, state of my heart. I'm more patriotic to Massachusetts than to almost any place.

How cold the vacancy When the phantoms are gone and the shaken realist First sees reality. The mortal no Has its emptiness and tragic expirations.