Never forget that the nurturing and preservation of your own muse is job one. Lose it and you may be losing a great deal.

Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.

The problem with University degrees, particularly the more spectacular ones, is that people who possess them can fall into the trap of thinking people who don't have them don't know anything.

The centipede has rhythm and flow in its hundred legs precisely because it does not have to think about it. Consider this the next time you move the instruments of your art.

The job of art is to turn time into things.

A drawing a day keeps the cobwebs away.

One of the ways to learn is to know when you're making failures.

The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.

Keep busy while you are waiting for something to happen.

Art is a form of love. Art is the ultimate gift. Art heals life.

The only bad studio is the unused one.

They say time will make all this go away. But it's time that's taken my tomorrow, and turned them into yesterday.

Betrayal dressed in love and trimmed with the facade of good intentions is the most barbaric of all betrayals.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, 'The good outnumber you, and we always will.'

I don't think more mega-summits is the way to secure effective implementation.

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

Why do two people fall in love? It's a mystery.

Never do wrong when people are looking.

Most people are under exposed to global assets, including foreign stocks, bonds and currencies.

You have to live in a state of thinking your painting is good, or you couldn't do it.