Labor is the beginning, the middle, and the end of art.

Art… the end result of perception, wisdom, intelligence, discipline, hard work, passion, luck, accident, and coincidence.

I am an artist… I am here to live out loud.

As the unity of the modern world becomes increasingly a technological rather than a social affair, the techniques of the arts provide the most valuable means of insight into the real direction of our own collective purposes.

As a general truth, it is safe to say that any picture that produces a moral impression is a bad picture.

New arts destroy the old.

Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.

The creative artist seems to be almost the only kind of man that you could never meet on neutral ground. You can only meet him as an artist. He sees nothing objectively because his own ego is always in the foreground of every picture.

The artistic temperament is a disease that affects amateurs. Artists of a large and wholesome vitality get rid of their art easily, as they breathe easily or perspire easily. But in artists of less force, the thing becomes a pressure, and produces a definite pain, which is called the artistic temperament.

I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for flinging a pot of paint in the public's face.