There is no humor in heaven.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. . . it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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.
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are?. . . my art gives meaning to my life.
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.
While there are many problems, if one focuses on the bigger picture there are numerous reasons to be thankful for living in a time of remarkable progress and wonderful possibilities for the future.
A pattern is either right or wrong. . . it is no stronger than its weakest point.
When we direct our thoughts properly i. e. 'Things could be worse but aren't', we can control our emotions. . . i. e. and feel relieved, grateful, satisfied, hopeful and happy