“I often paint tranquility. If you stop thinking and rest, then a little happiness comes into your mind. At perfect rest you are comfortable.”

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.

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.

Fulfill your potential. That’s the way to happiness.

I used to meditate until I learned to stop thinking.

Beauty and happiness and life are all the same and they are pervasive, unattached and abstract and they are our only concern.

Anything can be painted without representation.

It’s not about facts, it’s about feelings. It’s about remembering feelings and happiness.

There’s not any hint of nature. And still everybody responds, I think.

I paint with my back to the world

Often Satan injects pride into the believer’s spirit, evoking in him an attitude of self-importance and of self-conceit. He causes him to esteem himself a very outstanding person, one who is indispensable in God’s work. Such a spirit constitutes one of the major reasons for the fall of believers.

How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

I was the kid a lot of other mothers wouldn’t let you play with.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

The key to winning is choosing to do God’s will and loving others with all you’ve got.