When Michelangelo was an old man, he drew himself sitting in a child's pushcart.

Every war carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me, until the last small twig has grown.

I was put in this world to change it.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.

There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.

I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood. Anyone who looks at my works must be able to sense that.

Charity is fortune, avarice is poverty, peace is treasure, and happiness is wealth.

Master I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. Why as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Justice and the facade of a temple are seen best from the outside.

I'd consider myself a flailing comedy writer.

The technical procedures doubtless release energies in the artist that remain unused in the much more lightweight processes of drawing or painting (remark on printmaking).

Chemical waste products are the droppings of science.

And killing time is perhaps the essence of comedy, just as the essence of tragedy is killing eternity.

I go to a Catholic school and I'm telling you: invisibility = eternal damnation. You can take it to the bank.

If you must doubt something, doubt your limits.

Minds were made for blowing.