If I'm lucky, when I paint, first my patrons leave the room, then my dealers, and if I'm really lucky I leave too.

There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.

It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but for us imagination is worth far more.

Every new painting is like throwing myself into the water without knowing how to swim.

You would hardly believe how difficult it is to place a figure alone on a canvas, and to concentrate all the interest on this single and universal figure and still keep it living and real.

I paint what I see and not what others like to see.

There is no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other.

There is only one true thing: Instantly paint what you see.

Who is this Monet whose name sounds just like mine and who is taking advantage of my notoriety?

Conciseness in art is essential and a refinement. The concise man makes one think; the verbose bores. Always work towards conciseness.

Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail.

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

When Satan begins to particularly attack to persecute you, it should be a sign of your strength

One's lifework I have learned grows with the working and the living. Do it as if your life depended on it and first thing you know you'll have made a life out of it. A good life too.

The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable.

Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.

To remove blood stains from your conscience try frozen margaritas.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

I equate Deadheads to people that like black licorice. There aren't many people that like black licorice, but the ones that do, REALLY REALLY like it! Or buttermilk, or whatever.

The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.

Ninety percent of intelligence was knowing when to shut up.’ – Cherise