There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.

The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?

I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.

To believe in the possibilities of self is to unleash the power of the spirit quieted by doubt ~

We're not reinventing the wheel. We're just rolling it down our own path.

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a 'peace conference', you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.

Time with yourself, with your family, and with your God may prove to be the ultimate saving.

Somebody will always break your records. It is how you live that counts.

this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Throughout my life I have taken detours in acting and writing, but art remains my abiding passion.

Walls don't work. ... Instead of building walls to create security, we need to build bridges.

People tell me I have the best job in the world, which is true, but I also work with some of the best people in the world.

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.