Naći će se drugi papa, ali nikad više neće biti Botičelija.
No artist is normal. Who happen to be normal cannot be an artist.
Pain did curious things to him. It made him sensitive to the pain of others.
Perhaps you could not find such godless, such ruthless and such materialist people as clergy.
She must always remember that: love ebbed and flowed, now rich and shining, now shabby and disconsolate. One must survive the bad in order to realize the good. Therein lay the miracle of love, that it...
Sometimes men are generous and forgiving, sometimes angry and blind.
That was how his pen finally designed his sculpture; in the center the weak, confused, arrogant, soon to be destroyed young man holding cup a loft, behind him the idyllic child, clear-eyed, munching h...
The fields that push up the corn, and the water that rushes down the ravine, the juice of the grape, and the life of a man as it flows past him, are all one and the same thing. The sole unity in life...
The maximum value of art is that it allows the artist to express himself.
The most important idea he gleaned from the swift, learned talk was that religion and knowledge could exist side by side, enriching each other. Greece and Rome, before the dawn of Christianity, had bu...
The most perfect guide is nature. Continue without fail to draw something every day.
The one who has not seen Paris in the morning does not know how beautiful it is.
The paintings that laughed at him merrily from the walls were like nothing he had ever seen or dreamed of. Gone were the flat, thin surfaces. Gone was the sentimental sobriety. Gone was the brown grav...
The sculptor is master of time; he can change his subjects forward or back.
There are neither good nor evil, only the existence and action.
There's all the kids at home, and my mother and brother. And the men I pick up. But you live alone anyhow, don't you? It ain't people that count. It's having someone you really like.
We are giving the world back to man, and man back to himself. Man shall no longer be vile, but noble. We shall not destroy his mind in return for an immortal soul. Without a free, vigorous and creativ...
Weeks passed, Vincent did nothing - just ate, slept or sat staring at one point. [...] He wandered around the neighborhood in order to stretch his legs or just for pleasure. He walked because he was a...
What went through the mind of Christ between the sunset hour when the Roman soldier drove the first nail through his flesh, and the hour when he died? For these thoughts would determine not only how h...
Art destroys the life.
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