I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings.

A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.

The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy.

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.

Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.

The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.

The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart.

I am a believer and a conformist.

Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expression for our temperament and our gifts.

I read once that water is a symbol for emotions. And for a while now I've thought maybe my mother drowned in both.

We've always been ready for female superheroes. Because women want to be them and men want to do them.

There are persons whose only merit consists in saying and doing stupid things at the right time, and who ruin all if they change their manners.

Endless drama in a group clouds consciousness. Too much noise overwhelms the senses. Continual input obscures genuine insight. Do not substitute sensationalism for learning.

I don't even listen to hip-hop anymore. All my friends are white and over 40.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

Grace is inexplicable, inappropriate, out of bounds, offensive, excessive, & given to the wrong people.

No temporary chaos is worth your sanity.

Americans are an odd bunch, but they grow on you.