“It is important to express oneself…provided the feelings are real and are taken from you own experience.”

I wear myself out trying to render the orange trees so that they’re not stiff but like those I saw by Botticelli in Florence. It’s a dream that won’t come true.

I don’t think there has ever been a man who treated a woman as an equal and that’s all I would have asked for, for I know I’m worth as much as they.

A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

My ambition is limited to the desire to capture something transient, and yet, this ambition is excessive.

In love, there’s sentiment and passion; I know only sentiment through myself, passion through others. I hear certain voices I know say: sentiment=love of the intellect; I can answer: passion=the love of the body.

Real painters understand with a brush in their hand.

I love only extreme novelty or the things of the past.

The difference is no less real because it is of degree.

What we need of equipment is this: let it possess as good a structure as the real-life content that surrounds us. We need more simplifications to free us for seeing.

The real terrorist is the American government, state terrorism unleashed against the world.

I think readers appreciate those of us who stay in the trenches and fight the good fight even when times get tough.

The real self is who you are when you’re at home, when you’re comfortable, and the false self is what you’re pretending – and the reason you pretend is because you want to create a character for the surroundings you’re within.

Real painters understand with a brush in their hand.

I wish I could take back some of the things I said and some of the things I did. But in the bigger picture,

Grace is an energy; not a mere sentiment; not a mere thought of the Almighty; not even a word of the Almighty.