I was born undisciplineable. No one was ever able to make me stick to the rules, not even in my youngest days.
Charming and pointed vignettes from the life of a great Canadian painter
His appearance is notable because of his bushy beard ... believing as he does that complete freedom to produce must be granted to the innovator whose thought is elevated toward the beautiful and the good.
I remember being awakened one morning by voices in the room where I slept.
The town was on fire, the quarter where the poor Jews lived. They carried the bed and the mattress, the mother and the babe at her feet, to a safe place at the other end of town. But, first of all, I was born dead.
Whoever wants to know something about me - as an artist which alone is significant - they should look attentively at my pictures...
I used to say: “What is naked is chaste, what is naked is beautiful,” and I didn’t know what it was. Now, I know it and I like it; alas! why must it not be chaste? and why must attractive delights of necessity be indecent?
My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts
Suddenly an immense wave rose up like a raging mountain, caught the vessel and carried it towards the beach.