A wife, a lover, can perhaps never see what the artist sees. They rarely ever do. Perhaps a really mediocre artist has more chance of success.

The artist who imagines that he puts his best into a portrait in order to produce something good, which will be a pleasure to the sitter and to himself, will have some bitter experiences.

The artist is the world's scapegoat.

There are infinite modes of expression in the world of art, and to insist that only by one road can the artist attain his ends is to limit him.

A sculptor is supposed to be a dull dog anyway, so why should he not break out in colour sometimes, and in my case I'd as soon be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

To think of abstraction as an end in itself is undoubtedly letting oneself be led into a cul-de-sac and can only lead to exhaustion and impotence.

Why dont they stick to murder and leave art to us?

To accuse me of making sensations is the easiest way of attacking me, and in reality leaves the question of sculpture untouched.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Sometimes I think opposable thumbs were invented so teenage girls could use text messaging.

Enlightenment is x-rated, honey; if you haven't checked it out. It's hot, it's vivacious. You're going to take your mind and merge it with the entire cosmos.

When two or three sciences are pursued at the same time if one of them be dry, as logic, let another be more entertaining, to secure the mind from weariness.

It is said that if one chooses to pray to a rock with enough devotion, even that rock will come alive.

Faith Alone is what really matters.

If we say that religion is a virus, then why isn't science a virus?

An unrestricted satisfaction of every need presents itself as the most enticing method of conducting one's life, but it means putting enjoyment before caution, and soon brings its own punishment.

God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one.

The traveler walks through many mirages before he finds water.