My Will Exceeds My Talents.

Without Anxiety And Illness I Would Have Been Like A Ship Without A Rudder.

A Work Of Art Comes Only From Inside A Human Being.

I Do Not Believe In The Art Which Is Not The Compulsive Result Of Man's Urge To Open His Heart

My Father Was Temperamentally Nervous And Obsessively Religious—to The Point Of Psychoneurosis. From Him I Inherited The Seeds Of Madness. The Angels Of Fear, Sorrow, And Death Stood By My Side Since The Day I Was Born.

One Can Easily Tell That The Creator Of The Paintings In The Sistine Chapel Was Above All A Sculptor