Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. >>
I am always doing things I can't do, that's how I get to do them. >>
Matisse makes a drawing, then he makes a copy of it. He recopies it fi >>
Let a man turn to his own childhood -- no further -- if he will renew >>
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets t >>
Is it not strange, that an infant should be heir of the whole world, a >>
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.