The mechanics of putting one spot of color next to another, that is the fundamental thing.

Realize the value of putting down your first impression quickly.

The ring, the call, the surprise, the shock that you have out-of-doors - be always looking for the unexpected in nature, do not settle to a formula.

Paint with freedom. It gives you more mastery of the nature of paint.

Put variety in white.

Each day has its own individuality of color.

Anything under the sun is beautiful if you have the vision it is the seeing of the thing that makes it so.

Do not let it look as if you reasoned too much. Painting must be impulsive to be worth while.

A sketch has charm because of its truth - not because it is unfinished.

By having the big lines of the composition going out of the canvas, your imagination can wander beyond the edge. It will make it seem part of a large composition.

Study continuously, developing yourself into a better person, more sensitive to things in nature. Spend years in getting ready.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray

If death blew a trumpet each time he was coming, there would be no one to greet him on arrival.

Modernity kills ghostly romance("The Undying Thing")

Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you

With the faith of a child and the wisdom of an old man one can achieve great things.

Whether it is north or south, alcohol affects both health and wealth.

An artist makes a painting, and nobody bugs him or her about it. It's just you and your painting. To me, that's the way it should be with film as well.

The Internet is a computing platform built on top of core technology. Applied technology is what gets built on top of that: It's Web services.

Every action or inaction has an impact-good or bad-upon our surroundings, and anything we do today will have an impact on the lives of our grandchildren.

If you had told Sycorax that her son Caliban was as handsome as Apollo, she would have been pleased, witch as she was.