There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.
I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.