A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.

The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy.

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.

Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.

The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.

I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings.

The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart.

I am a believer and a conformist.

Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expression for our temperament and our gifts.

Trying to justify a world we don't hold all the answers to is what bedevils the best of us. Sometimes it's better just to accept that things are as we see them.

A great poet can give wings to abstract thoughts that touch a reader’s mind with the ecstasy of joy.

We're programmed for suffering, not joy. The masochism is built in at a very early age. You're supposed to work and suffer - and the trouble is: you believe it.

Mujizat gampang terlihat dari sudut pandang takhayul.Miracles are easily seen from superstitious perspective.

Hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

You know how big love is? Love is big. love can hold anger love can even hold hatred.

I sleep each night a little better, a little more confidently, because Lyndon Johnson is my president.

There's no way to convince her that just because you put half. planet between you and someone else, you can't drive that person out of your thoughts. Believe me. I've tried.

It's always the wacko birds on right and left that get the media megaphone.

For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.