It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart
There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue.
A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.
It is hard work and great art to make life not so serious.
It is quite possible -overwhelmingly probable, one might guess- that we will always learn more about human life and personality from novels than from scientific psychology
I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.
The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down.
Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy —the joy of being Salvador Dalí— and I ask myself in rapture: What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalí going to accomplish today?
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
The beautiful is always bizarre.
Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.
You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.