Painting is a means of saying something about one's self in a beautiful or powerful way that people would like to see, but not hear.

Never ask for approval in your work. Life is your own, inspiration is your own, you create alone, and the results are your own - and that's good enough.

An ego should be like a warm breeze, never seen, just mildly sensed.

Everything in life belongs to God. Our purpose has already been mapped out.

If you are happy, you are a geezer.

If you have used colour throughout most of your artistic life, try just black and white... it will take your painting to another dimension where tone and form in all its permutations reign supreme.

History reveals that left-brain people have been creating art for a long time now.

The mark of genius is consistency. Do we hear of naive genius piano players? If anyone knows of one, try listening to it for an hour.

The process of painting offers an infinite array of possibilities. The closer in unification to just one of those, the better the painting becomes.

I just wanted to see my people smile. Brazillian people suffer so much. I just wanted them to smile

Sometimes it is best to burn paintings that just don't burn.

With the ambitions, to seize the opportunity to win is your big loss.

The one who runs from his shadows sleeps with the devil at night.

The first thing, of course, is to find a vacancy, a place where a teacher iswanted, and the second thing is to make the school officials believe you are just the person forthe position.

No one has the right to force his or her way of life on anyone else.

A gentleman need not know Latin but he should at least have forgotten it.

Every journey that is successful has culs-de-sac and speed bumps. I carry a wisdom gene through my life through the good, the bad, and the ugly.

By loving yourself, you're going to be a happy person. A lot of people don't like themselves for whatever reason.

Any human being should have a tolerance for anybody.

The economy is being run primarily by the banks for their own interest.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.