The laws of art are eternal and don't change at all, as the moral laws don't change in human beings.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

The important thing is first of all to have a real love for the visible world that lies outside ourselves as well as to know the deep secret of what goes on within ourselves.

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.

Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.

Stupidity is letting your pride rob you of God’s blessings.

I've arrived at this outermost edge of my life by my own actions. Where I am is thoroughly unacceptable. Therefore I must stop doing what I have been doing.

If we can't be true to ourselves, what can we be true to?

It's impossible to imagine the Democratic Party seeking a pro-life, free-trading, non-protectionist deficit hawk.

With a sort of mental squint.

The most important step in emancipating oneself from social controls is the ability to find rewards in the events of each moment.

I've only been in unrequited relationships where people haven't loved me back. I guess I'm a little bit attracted to that in a bad way.

I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature.

Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul but it's bad for the heart.

I looked up and all I saw was blue lights. If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gun fight.