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

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.

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

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.

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

Our crime against criminals lies in the fact that we treat them like rascals.

People are looking to have more meaning in their lives. It is a sign the technology community is coming of age.

Voting for the right is doing nothing for it.

Indolence is heaven 's ally here, And energy the child of hell : The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear But brims the poisoned well.

Nos beaux sentiments ne sont-ils pas les poe sies de la volonte ? Aren't our best feelings poetry of the will?

Deep down, the US, with its space, its technological refinement, its bluff good conscience, even in those spaces which it opens up for simulation, is the only remaining primitive society.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.

When I meditate, I clearly see that God is already seated inside my heart.

I was a dancer. I was really seriously into dancing.