You have to have time to be sorry for yourself to be a good Abstract Expressionist.

There is no reason not to consider the world as one gigantic painting.

You begin with the possibilities of the material.

I don't really trust ideas - especially good ones... Rather, I put my trust in the materials that confront me, because they put me in touch with the unknown.

The only thing that I could get with chance, and I never was able to use it, was that I would end up with something quite geometric or the spirit that I was interested in, indulging in, was gone.

It is neither Art for Art, nor Art against Art. I am for Art, but for Art that has nothing to do with Art. Art has everything to do with life, but it has nothing to do with Art.

I've not been cursed with talent, which could be a great inhibitor.

An empty canvas is full.

The artist's job is to be a witness to his time in history.

I don't think of myself as making art. I do what I do because I want to, because painting is the best way I've found to get along with myself.

Even at this late date, I go into my studio, and I think 'Is this going to be it? Is it the end?' You see, nearly everything terrorizes me. When an artist loses that terror, he's through.

Overthinking, also, best known as creating problems that are never there

Do not allow your resentment towards negative in this era to blind you into spiting yourself. We were made unique and should celebrate each other's life and the uniqueness that defines us.

Your smile is a flower of your joyful soul.

Adapt to every circumstance.

My son's got the I.Q. Of a robot but I don't have the dough to send him to school.

'Sartor Resartus' is simply unreadable and for me that always sort of spoils a book.

If I offend anybody tonight, I apologize. That's not my intention. I'm not going to guess what your personal line of decency is; I cross my own from time to time - it's how I know I still have one.

Any scientist who can't explain to an eight-year-old what he is doing is a charlatan.

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

If there were only one person in the world, is there any way he could be insane?