To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime.

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.

All Beautiful And Noble Qualities Have Been United In Me... I Shall Be The Fruit Which Will Leave Eternal Vitality Behind Even After Its Decay. How Great Must Be Your Joy, Therefore, To Have Given Birth To Me.

I Was In Love With Everything- I Wanted To Look With Love At The Angry People So That Their Eyes Would Be Forced To Respond; And I Wanted To Bring Gifts To The Envious And Tell Them That I Am Worthless.

Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially Eternal.

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.