Kitsch is deceptive. It has many different levels, and some of them are high enough to be dangerous to the naive seeker of true light.

Where the Old Masters created an illusion of space into which one could imagine walking, the illusion created by a Modernist is one into which one can look, can travel through, only with the eye.

Complete honesty has nothing to do with 'purity' or naivety. The full truth is unattainable to naivety, and the completely honest artist is not pure in heart.

All profoundly original art looks ugly at first.

If you want to change your art, change your habits.

Realistic, naturalistic art had dissembled the medium, using art to conceal art; Modernism used art to call attention to art.

Art is a matter strictly of experience, not of principles and what counts first and last in art is quality, all other things are secondary.

You like it, that's all, whether it's a landscape or abstract. You like it. It hits you. You don't have to read it. The work of art-sculpture or painting-forces your eye.

The reality of art is disclosed only in experience, not in reflection upon experience.

When you don't like something the words come more readily.

With an 'advanced' artist, it's not now possible to make a portrait.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Every morning I wake up with an unknown, unexplainable joy of life. Then I get lost in the beauty of the morning sun and all of the magnificence that surrounds me.

You cannot ask someone to like you or love you more than you like or love yourself. YOU have to set the standard.

I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

Royalty does good and is badly spoken of.

Human destiny is an episode between two oblivions.

The acknowledgment of and gratitude for favors and gifts received is loved and esteemed in Heaven and on earth.

When I cleaned up some 17 odd years ago, I felt terrible for about six months. The only thing that gave me any real relief was strenuous physical activity.

High School Is Life’s Way of Giving You a Record Low to Judge the Rest of Your Life By)

This web of time--the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore eachother through the centuries--embrace every posibility.