Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor