“To be interesting, one has to provoke.”

I am a contradictory and paradoxical man.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

If you understand your painting beforehand, you might as well not paint it.

My art is capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the practical, rational world.

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

So little of what could happen does happen.

There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

I want to perceive and understand the hidden powers and laws of things, in order to have them in my power.

I’m going to live forever. Geniuses don’t die.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life

The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.

I am making things that inspire me with a profound emotion and I am trying to paint them honestly.

I am the Don Quixote of unreality.

Do not strive to be a modern artist: it’s the one thing, unfortunately, you can’t help being.

I do not take drugs. I am drugs.

One day we will finally see that when we reject any person or group of people, we reject a part of our very selves. All are one. All are in. All are God’s beloved children with a place at the table.

The philosopher should be a man willing to listen to every suggestion,but determined to judge for himself.He should not be a respector of persons,but of things.Truth should be his primary object.

But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

This soul of yours has lived a million lives before you. Listen to it, believe in it. It knows the way, it has seen it all.

There is freedom in loneliness. A kind of freedom that hurts. The kind you wish you never had.

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.