Art is everywhere you look for it, hail the twinkling stars for they are God's careless splatters

I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head.

Painting, because of its universality, becomes speculation.

The language of art is celestial in origin and can only be understood by the chosen.

Can the darkness condemn the light?

I was created by the all powerful God to fill the universe with my masterpieces.

Artists create out of a sense of desolation. The spirit of creation is a excruciating, intricate exploration from within the soul.

I suffer for my art and despise the witless moneyed scoundrels who praise it.

It is only after years of struggle and deprivation that the young artist should touch color - and then only in the company of his betters.

You must study the Masters but guard the original style that beats within your soul and put to sword those who would try to steal it.

Dance is your words expressed with movement.

The process of trying to assimilate into an existing category in many ways runs counter to efforts to produce radical or revolutionary results.

The world gets better every day - then worse again in the evening.

History has always been a series of pendulum swings, but the individual doesn't have to get caught in that.

No human being can destroy the structure of a marriage except the two who made it. It is the one human edifice that is impregnable except from within.

From your confessor, lawyer and doctor, hide not your case on no condition. [Is this a way of saying that honesty is the best policy?]

I would tell people to enjoy the present moment and the journey rather than the outcome.

We want to have peace in the region, but peace will not be achieved before the removal of the occupation.

I live in Realville, and my problem is that I'm governed by logic. And some of the claims that are made by people on the left just don't hold up.

Why are we willing to accept a new mathematical formula we don't understand as the product of a brilliant mind, while rejecting a new art form we don't understand as the product of a deranged mind?

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.