“The happiness of every living thing is what we want.”

It is commonly thought that everything that is can be put into words.

Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings.

That which takes us by surprise-moments of happiness-that is inspiration.

You must find the things that you do like. The things that are acceptable to your mind.

Pollock was terrific. I think he freed himself of all kinds of worry about this world. Ran around and dripped, and then he managed to express ecstasy.

The manipulation of materials in an artwork is a result of this state of mind.

The adventurous state of mind is a high house… The joy of adventure is unaccountable.

This is the attractiveness of artwork. It is adventurous, strenuous and joyful.

I hope I have made it clear that the work is about perfection as we are aware of it in our minds but that the paintings are very far from being perfect – completely removed in fact – even as we ourselves are.

The Minimalists are idealist. They want to minimise themselves in favour of the ideal. But I just can’t. You see, my paintings are not cool.

What we really want to do is serve happiness. We want everyone to be happy, never unhappy even for a moment. We want the animals to be happy.

What I say is that we’re capable of a transcendent response, and I think it makes us happy. And I do think beauty produces a transcendent response.

Any material may be used but the theme is the same and the response is the same for all artwork.

Once he sees this fact his feet are on the path. If you want to know the truth you will know it.

Happiness is being on the beam with life – to feel the pull of life

My paintings are certainly nonobjective. They’re just horizontal lines.

So every once in a while I get an idea about plumbing, I get an idea about city government, and they come the way they come.

Religious bondage shackles and debilitates the mind and unfits it for every noble enterprise, every expanded prospect.

Every man has a right to be conceited until he is successful.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

If every man loves his mother, he’s going to treat the ladies right, with love and respect.

It destroys one’s nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

I’m an OCD neat freak. I can’t stand messes. I make my bed every morning. Laundry. I do it all.

I know when it happens. I know it when it happens every time.