The artist is lonesome and admits his solitude.

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 is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

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

Solitude is the only way to create real art.

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

Too often in the past, we have thought of the artist as an idler and dilettante and of the lover of arts as somehow sissy and effete. We have done both an injustice. The life of the artist is, in relation to his work, stern and lonely. He has labored hard, often amid deprivation, to perfect his skill. He has turned aside from quick success in order to strip his vision of everything secondary or cheapening. His working life is marked by intense application and intense discipline.

It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.

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

At the present time the artists stands alone.. ..no ideology can be of help to him.

The artist lives only day by day, and is the recipient of the things that surround him; he transposes sensations from outside, according to what the fate reserves him, but transforms them relentlessly and tenaciously, in a manner determined by him alone.

Whoever is completely and wholly an artist is to all eternity separated from the "real," the actual; on the other hand, one can understand how he may sometimes weary to the point of desperation of the eternal "unreality" and falsity of his innermost existence- and that then he may well attempt what ia most forbidden him, to lay hold of actuality, for once actually to be.

silence, simplicity and humility . . . the only proper state for the artist as for the human being,

Only a distinctive individual can produce great art. Great art is synonymous with anonymous art.