To try to understand another human being, to grapple for his ultimate depths, that is the most dangerous of human endeavors.
Every human life had its pattern that had to be worked out slowly to its ultimate conclusion.
The one who has not seen Paris in the morning does not know how beautiful it is.
...that horrible moment of suspense when the artist shows one of his creations to strange eyes for the first time.
He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.
He who loves lives, he who lives works, and he who works has bread.
After all, the world is still great.
An artist would not rise above the mediocrity if he condemns it.
When I have trouble writing, I step outside my studio into the garden and pull weeds until my mind clears--I find weeding to be the best therapy there is for writer's block.
From the biography of Freud, by Irving Stone, said by Freud's fiance after he teased her for being sweet, "Beware of truly sweet people. They have will of iron.
Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.
Do not call yourself old. A man is as old as the creative force within him.
From out of pain, beauty.
To be an artist is first to be a manual laborer.
There is no thrill of mortal danger to surpass that of a lone man trying to create something that never existed before.
There's no love without pain.
The most perfect guide is nature. Continue without fail to draw something every day.
What we know of others is our personal secret.
It's freezing up here. What did you use to keep warm?" "Indignation," said Michelangelo. "Best fuel I know. Never burns out.