“We are children of God, and the entire universe tends towards the perfection of mankind.”

Geniuses must never die, the progress of mankind depends on us.

All of my knowledge, of both science and religion, I incorporate into the classical tradition of my painting.

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.

God is just another artist, like me.

People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.

The two greatest strokes of luck that can happen to a painter are (1) to be Spanish, (2) to be called Dali.

The famous soft watches are nothing else than the tender, extravagant, solitary, paranoic-critical camembert oftime and space.

Paranoiac-critical activity makes the world of delirium pass onto the plane of reality.

Nothing proves the truth of surrealism so much as photography. The Zeiss lens has unexpected faculties of surprise!

The true painter must be able, with the most usual things, to have the most unusual ideas.

It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures

I think that the sweetest freedom for a man on earth consists in being able to live, if he likes, without having the need to work.

God is present in everything.

God invented man, and man invented the metric system.

Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.

As President, my father will change the labor laws that were put into place at a time when women were not a significant portion of the workforce. And he will focus on making quality child care affordable and accessible for all.

If I have a weakness, it’s that I try to live by the rules. I try to live by the rules, no matter what they are, and I was brought up that way as a kid. Play by the rules.

I’m proud to say I’m a role model for kids.

If all babies are so cute, how the hell do we have so many ugly people in the world?

Spare the rod and spoil the child – that is true. But, beside the rod, keep an apple to give him when he has done well.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.

Every person thinks his own intellect perfect, and his own child handsome.

I’ve heard of many tragic cases of walking, talking normal children who wound up with profound mental disorders after vaccines.