How our old friend [Michelangelo] of the Sistine would have loved to photograph his workers, perched on the fragile planks. Dali was right to say Leonardo only worked from photographs.

A man's truest self realizations might require him, above all, to learn to close his eyes: to let himself be taken unawares, to follow his dark angel, to risk his illegal instincts.

Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

The artist must know how far to go too far.