As far as I'm concerned, I want to remain the mean little man I always was.

The satirical direction I have chosen is an indication of my disappointment in man, which is the opposite way of saying that I have high expectations for the human race.

It was a movement that had all the art critics, all the museum directors in its thrall.

Here we were, corrupting all those Russians toward communism.

My goal... not to go back to Rembrandt... but to bring the great tradition and whatever is great about it, up to date.

Impulses are hard to come by these days.

I wish there was a painter who could paint as well as Ted Williams could hit.

I'm the little dog who goes the wrong way-under the hoop.

Now painting is different. It's something recollected in tranquility.

I am primarily concerned with the condition of man.

Most artists like to think of themselves as rugged individualists, as independent characters.

I suppose it's unfair, tricks of argument that leave wounds, but with this sort of thing that (C.S.) Lewis does, what I feel is a craftsman's joy at the sight of a superior performance.

He had to pause for his usual misgivings.

If you want to keep a secret, don't tell anyone!

I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!

The revolutionary and critical thinker is in a certain way always outside of his society while of course he is at the same time also in it.

In the past the man has been first; in the future the system must be first.

I am not doing any favour, only performing a duty; this victory is a result of struggle of five generations.

When you got it going, you got it going. I just keep my focus down the stretch. Thats when I want the ball. Im just not afraid to fail.

The truly educated can listen to any view without losing their temper or self-confidence.

I am so fed up and joyless that not only have I nothing to fill my soul, I cannot even conceive of anything that could possibly satisfy it - alas, not even the bliss of heaven.