At times I come across works of mine which are soundly done and really in my style, and at such moments I find great solace.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

Everything is beautiful, all that matters is to be able to interpret.

All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.

God takes care of imbeciles, little children and artists.

When you do a thing with your whole soul and everything that is noble within you, you always find your counterpart.

It is absurd to look for perfection.

I think when one has talent one finally breaks through; so don't pass up any opportunity to do some work.

It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.

At fifty, that is in 1880, I formulated the idea of unity, without being able to render it. At sixty, I am beginning to see the possibility of rendering it.

I regard it as a waste of time to think only of selling: one forgets one's art and exaggerates one's value.

...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.

I... know what I do and am unmoved by men's blame or their praise either.

Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.

I don't see myself directing things I don't write because, to me, directing was just an extension of the writing process.

I do like to wear the same hat on game days, but I consider that more of a routine thing than a superstition.

They let you dream just to watch them shatter, you're just a step on the boss man's ladder.

Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.

Man suffers through lack of faith in God.

If you can't summarize an issue on one page, you don't understand the issue well enough.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.