Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Expression, to a great extent, is a matter of terms, and terms are anyone's.
The painter has the Universe in his mind and hands.
Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.