One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it
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.
Tis better to plumb the depths of unity than forever scratch the surface of variety
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.
I am here to live out loud
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, I will answer you I am here to live out loud
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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.
Title of an open letter to the President of the Republic, in connexion with the Dreyfus case, published in L'Aurore, I3 Jan. 1898 J'accuse. I accuse.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you I am here to live out loud.
When truth is buried underground it grows, it chokes, it gathers such an explosive force than on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
A work of art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.