An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Fine art is that in which the hand, the head and the heart go together.

...that horrible moment of suspense when the artist shows one of his creations to strange eyes for the first time.

Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.

Until I saw Chardin's paintings, I never realized how much beauty lay around me in my parents' house, in the half-cleared table, in the corner of a tablecloth left awry, in the knife beside the empty oyster shell.

No work of art is ever completed, it is only abandoned.

Art is the expression of the profoundest thoughts in the simplest way.

Every artist was at first an amateur.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

To draw, you must close your eyes and sing.