It is absurd to look for perfection.

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.

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.

Cover the canvas at the first go, then work at it until you see nothing more to add.

Dreams become reality through faith and perseverance.

An organization, no matter how well designed, is only as good as the people who live and work in it.

I'm an adrenaline guy. I like to do stuff that gets my blood pumping, like roller coasters or jumping out of planes. I'm into all that crazy stuff.

Watch out for trees and traffic. The change is slow, the impact great, yet we miss the one and mistake the other.

There's always been this strand of filmmaking in Britain which is like socialist neo-realism. That's always been there. I've never been part of that, really; I've been much closer to fantasy.

I'd never done anything that required a five-year commitment. To build a show that seems to have kept the imagination of the world so much was a bit otherworldly.

The man of decision cannot be stopped! The man of indecision cannot be started! Take your own choice.

Society is based on discontent: people wanting more and more and more, being continually dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their decor, their clothes, everything.

I don't know what to say about literary critics. I think it's probably best to say nothing.

to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.