Let the artist show his world, the beauty that was born with him, that never was before and never will be again.

Words are not in the power of men; men are in the power of words. Every time we open our mouths, a thousand dead men speak through us.

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.

As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness were closing round his mind.

It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.

Not only the artist watches his art with admiration but his art also watches his artist with admiration!

When you change what you believe, you change what you do... which changes what you get.

Just as you can't blindly follow fashion, you can't follow fitness, either.

I have endured a great deal of ridicule without much malice; and have received a great deal of kindness, not quite free from ridicule. I am used to it.

I've always thought, and it gets tested at times, that I have a great faith in the fundamental goodness of human beings.

People used to always ask, and I would say I wanted to be an actress. When they would ask why, I would say because my mother has so much fun.

When I was small, I would refuse to drink when I ate fish because I thought the fish would reconstitute itself in my stomach

I bet she woke up with her hair looking like something out of a Pantene commercial while little bluebirds circled around her head, and raccoons brought her breakfast or something.

Your mind has a flood of questions. There is but one teacher Who can answer them. Who is that teacher? Your silence-loving heart.

I'm very excited about having the Internet in my den.