The voice will always be heard, even if the song is very different.

Color, like everything else concerning visual expression, usually boils down to a gift, an innate sensibility and sensitivity. Ultimately, artists develop their own palette and color sense.

Self-deceit is a most damaging trait. The remedy, for an artist, is to paint a self-portrait!

I don't approve of what Wall Street and the wealthy have done to this country, but they are the very ones buying my paintings.

Selling is not a static activity.

Let us not forget that group of self-taught, outsider artists who never stepped foot in any classroom and cared less about even exhibiting, and yet ended up with an audience of avid admirers.

I paint with a language I can call my own... it takes a ruthless honesty with oneself. If one admires or is influenced by anyone else, one is not being true to oneself.

No amount of virtuosic skill and choice of subject matter can be a substitute for depth and poetry.

The art which speaks to a universal audience concerns itself with the 'big' questions of life and death, and delivers its message with unrelenting and powerful emotion.

Becoming an artist cannot be taught. A degree and diligence is not a guarantee that one can become an 'artist.

Art springs from life but it doesn't mean we have to be tyrannized by it.

You should persist long enough to conquer.

Clothing doesn't really change a man. But it changes how others react to him.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

I don't care what the religion is called; as far as I'm concerned, one God, the God I adhere to, is in charge of all of them.

Choices are like connecting highways. They all take you to the same place. Some just take longer to get there.

And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.

Drinking makes uninteresting people matter less and late at night, matter not at all.

Knowledge was like a mouthful of dust.

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.