He bores me. He ought to have stuck to his flying machine. [On Leonardo Da Vinci]

It took me twenty years to discover painting: twenty years looking at nature, and above all, going to the Louvre.

To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.

Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.

One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.

When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.

Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.

Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.

One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.

Photography freed painting from a lot of tiresome chores, starting with family portraits.

Regularity, order, desire for perfection destroy art. Irregularity is the basis of all art.

The best relationships are simple. No lies, no cheating, simply two people that will always be there for each other nomatter what.

He who gives back at first repulse and without striking the second blow, despairs success, has never been, is not, and never will be, a hero in love, war or business. - Frederick Tudor

The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.

In all thy undertakings, let a reasonable assurance animate thy endeavors if thou despairest of success, thou shalt not succeed.

People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it - walk.

The great arises out of small things that are honored and cared for.

Thus, I blush to add, you can not be a philosopher and a good man, though you may be a philosopher and a great one.

Some records are timeless, and some absolutely sound of their day.

No created mind, no created heart, no human force is capable of knowing how much love the Heart of Mary had for the Lord.

Language is the soul’s ozone layer and we thin it at our peril.