“Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?” Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.”

I do not believe in my death.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

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

Young people need plenty of difficulties to achieve something.

Forever will be you and me.

A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.

We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images.

Man cannot change or escape his time. The eye sees the present and the future.

The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets.

It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.

What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

If I’m going to be anything more than average, if anyone is going to remember me, then I need to go further, in art, in life, in everything!

An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

Know thyself as the pride of His creation, the link uniting divinity and matter; behold a part of God Himself within thee; remember thine own dignity nor dare descend to evil or meanness.

Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.

Behind every success, there lies a magical word: Dare!

But I dare say you have not been so inattentive an observer, as to suppose that Sweet peace, and contentment, cannot inhabit the lowly roof

The real enemy is the man who tries to mold the human spirit so that it will not dare to spread its wings.

Whereas the gourmand bears a closer analogy to that class of great eaters ill-naturedly (we dare say) denominated, or classed with, aldermen