The artist after all is a solitary being.

The artist is lonesome and admits his solitude.

The solitary creator, dreaming his or her dream, unaided, seems to me to be the only artist we can trust.

Artist should be left alone to paint or not to paint, write or not to write.

An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

None but himself can be his parallel.

The artist cannot look to others to validate his efforts or his calling. If you don't believe me, ask Van Gogh, who produced masterpiece after masterpiece and never found a buyer in his whole life.

The beauty other people create is not for the artists. Artists have to live alone.

As a dancer he stands alone, and no singer knows his way around a song like Fred Astaire.

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state. The great artist is thus a solitary figure.

An artist has only his dreams. He has no power.

…Nobody can help anybody. Nobody can help us in Egypt—we did our revolution alone, we liberated ourselves alone. I don’t believe in charity or “helping.” I believe in the equal exchange of ideas, and networking.

A real writer [...] doesn't look up to any other writer but himself.

The artist may be well advised to keep his work to himself till it is completed, because no one can readily help him or advise him with it...but the scientist is wiser not to withhold a single finding or a single conjecture from publicity.