In The End There Is

It's A Poor Artist Who Borrows--a Good Artist Steals.

He Can Who Thinks He Can, And He Can't Who Thinks He Can't. This Is An Inexorable, Indisputable Law.

I Simply Painted Images Of What Was Before My Eyes; It Is For Others To Find Hidden Meaning In Them.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

A Painting Only Lives In The Eye Of The Beholder