Over and over again did the Attorney-General cry out aloud, in the agony of his cause, 'What is to become of painting if the critics withhold their lash?

The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.

An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.

We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.

If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.

As music is the poetry of sound, so is painting the poetry of sight and the subject-matter has nothing to do with harmony of sound or of color.

To say to the painter that Nature is to be taken as she is, is to say to the player that he may sit on the piano.

I always ask at once, 'Do you drink?' and if she says 'No,' I bow politely and say I am sorry but I fear she will not suit. All good cooks drink.

I can't tell you if genius is hereditary, because heaven has granted me no offspring.

For art and joy go together, with bold openness, and high head, and ready hand - fearing naught and dreading no exposure.

Mauve is just pink trying to be purple.

It was no mere accident you were sent to me, perfect synchronicity. Familiar souls wrapped in skin, brought together through time again.

Is it a good idea or not?? Were we build for that or not??We know to much so let's remove us??

Don't get sick, and if you do get sick, die quickly.

In their hearts women think that it is men's business to earn money and theirs to spend it.

I never understood why anyone would do magazines. Like, why would someone put their face out there so much? It's because those people reading magazines will go see the movie, so you do it.

I had no expectation of the level of adulation that would come my way. I just wanted to make a living with a regular role in a television series.

I have a talent for dealing with difficult men.

Man makes machines to man the machines that make the machines.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

We enjoy this illusion of continuity and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn't the end of life, but the end of memories