God Is Just Another Artist, Like Me.

[my Art Is] Capable Of Liberating Man From The Tyranny Of The 'practical, Rational World.'

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

I Do Not Believe In My Death.

The Sole Difference Between Myself And A Madman Is The Fact That I Am Not Mad.

Dali Was Renaissance Man Converted To Psychoanalysis.