Salvador Dali Quotes

A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.

You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life

Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

Life is too short to remain unnoticed

There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.

I am not strange. I am just not normal.

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.

Knowing how to look is a way of inventing.

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.

To be interesting, one has to provoke.

I do not take drugs. I am drugs.

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

So little of what could happen does happen.

If you understand a painting beforehand, you might as well not paint it.

Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.

Great wine requires a mad man to grow the vine, a wise man to watch over it, a lucid poet to make it, and a lover to drink it.

Everything that is contradictory creates life

There comes a moment in every person's life when they realise they adore me.

I shall be so brief that I have already finished.

Beauty should be edible, or not at all.

Whatever happens, my audience mustn't know whether I am spoofing or being serious; and likewise I mustn't know either. I am in a constant interrogation; when does the deep and philosophically valid Dali begin, and where does the looney and preposterous Dali end?