Art is science made flesh.
Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.
Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.