Author of quotes: Irving Stone

... Writer and artist use different means, but Express the same idea.

- Well! she exclaimed with pride - I Think I chose the pictures on the conscience!
- If you closed your eyes and randomly pointed, said Vincent, you would not have chosen worse.

Since he left the society of normal, sane people, an eternity - now normal people were his comrades in the ward.

Love requires no explanation.

The act of love, Michelangelo, the act of love that creates all things on earth.

Sculpture is the greatest of the arts.

Will not have a friendship faster or stronger than between those who love the same books.

And suddenly Vincent realized something that he essentially knew a long time ago. All this talk about God - children's subterfuge, a deliberate lie, which in despair and consoles himself with the fear of death, lonely wandering in the darkness of this cold eternal night. There is no God. There you have it. There is no God, there is only chaos, absurd and cruel, painful, blind, hopeless, eternal chaos.

Michelangelo, the forces of destruction are on the ways of creation. Each era produces its wonderful flower - art, but there comes the moment, and before you know it - this flower is already torn down, broken, burned. Him destroying and burning down your former friends.

The sky was a perfect creation; whoever and wherever it was on earth, he always feels at the center, in the middle of the earth, and the dome of the heavens stretches at equal distance from all four sides.

Because women are so easy to stumble if she's vain and loves luxury.

Michelangelo believed that everyone is responsible for their actions on the ground that there is an internal court of a person. Could even the burning wrath of Christ to bring the man more retribution? Could duntov Charon, sailing in his boat on Acheron, the overthrow of the wicked in hell more terrible than the one that sees the eyes of men, stern court condemned himself?

Anger is the best fuel I know. Burns and is not consumed.

Here he cuts a "Victory." Victory over whom? Over what? If he doesn't know who the Winner is, how can he say who the Vanquished? Under the feet of the Winner, he carved the face and head of the Vanquished - old, crushed by the misfortune of a person... herself, himself? So he's probably going to look like in ten years or twenty, with a long gray beard. What broke it? Years? Surely the Winner is the Youth, because only to his youth, a person is able to imagine that you can be a Winner? All features of the Vanquished felt life experience, and wisdom, and suffering - and yet he was trodden down, once at the feet of a young man. Isn't it in all ages flouted the wisdom and experience? Not crushes their time, personified as a youth?