We read books. They make us think. It matters very little whether we agree with the books or not.

Artists must be men of wit, consciously or unconsciously philosophers; read, study and think a great deal of life...

I can think of no greater happiness than to be clear-sighted and know the miracle when it happens. And I can think of no more real life than the adventurous one of living and liking and exclaiming the things of one's own time.

The world will see many fashions of art and most of the world will follow the fashions and make none. These cults - these 'movements' - are absolutely necessary, or at any rate their causes are, for somewhere in their centres are the ones who bear the Idea, the ones who have questioned, 'But what do I think?' and 'How shall I say it best?

Whatever you feel or think your exact state at the exact moment of your brush touching the canvas is in some way registered in that stroke.

Many receive a criticism and think it is fine; think they got their money's worth; think well of the teacher for it, and then go on with their work just the same as before. That is the reason much of the wisdom of Plato is still locked up in the pages of Plato.

All is as beautiful as we think it.

If you think of a school drawing while you work, your drawing will look like one.