Picasso says that an artists paints not to ask a question but because he has found something and he wants to share—he cannot help it—what he has found.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.

All real art is, in its true sense, religious; it is a religious impulse; there is no such thing as a non-religious subject. But much bad or downright sacrilegious art depicts so-called religious subjects.

In a very real sense not one of us is qualified, but it seems that God continually chooses the most unqualified to do his work, to bear his glory. If we are qualified, we tend to think that we have done the job ourselves. If we are forced to accept our evident lack of qualification, then there's no danger that we will confuse God's work with our own, or God's glory with our own.

Don't keep putting your anger off. Until you go through it, you can't get out of it.