I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Painting completed my life.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

I love you more than my own skin.

I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

I am my own muse, the subject I know best.

I don't know how to write love letters.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.

The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult.

I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

There is so much wealth and so much misery at the same time, that it seems incredible that people can endure such class difference, and accept such a form of hunger while on the other hand, the millionaires throw away millions on stupidities.

To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.

Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.

Courteousness is consideration for others; politeness is the method used to deliver such considerations.

But you have to take all of those things, you have to take into consideration the paths, the roadways, how much cloud cover there is, how much foliage cover there is, whether there are streams, all of that comes into play.

We believe that the vote would have been close. We regret that in the face of an explicit threat to veto by a permanent member, the vote-counting became a secondary consideration.

These Scriptures, therefore, are infinitely far from justifying the slavery under consideration; for it cannot be made to appear that one in a thousand of these slaves has done any thing to forfeit his own liberty.

The only true source of politeness is consideration.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

From this it follows that con-sideration for other persons or for other living beings is very vital for goodness and want of consideration for other people makes human beings selfish, regardless for other people's good.

If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.

The World War broke out with such elemental violence, and with such resort to all means for leading or misleading public opinion, that no time was available for reflection and consideration.

I fancy that no good ideas upon that campaign will be mentioned at any time that did not receive their share of consideration by General Lee.

It is the direction and not the magnitude which is to be taken into consideration.

Have you ever found any logical reason why mutual promises are sufficient consideration for one another (like the two lean horses of a Calcutta hack who can only just stand together)? I have not.

I can't wait til I get the chance to be a character and how my face looks isn't the first consideration.

Some pacifists have carried the sound idea of the prime importance of security too far, to the point of declaring that any consideration of disarmament is superfluous and pointless as long as eternal peace has not been attained.

What you have said, Mr. President, fully satisfies me that you have given to every proposition which has been made, a kind and candid consideration. And you have now expressed the conclusion to which you have arrived, clearly and distinctly.

If we allow the consideration of heathen morality and heathen religion to absolve us from the duty of preaching the gospel we are really deposing Christ from His throne in our own souls.