Salvador Dali
Salvador Dali
Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech, Marqués de Dalí de Pubol, known as Salvador Dalí, was a prominent Spanish surrealist painter born in Figueres, Catalonia, Spain...
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth11 May 1904
CityFigueres, Spain
men metric-system metrics
God invented man, and man invented the metric system.
men thinking earth
I think that the sweetest freedom for a man on earth consists in being able to live, if he likes, without having the need to work.
men renaissance renaissance-man
Dali was Renaissance man converted to psychoanalysis.
art men world
[My art is] capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the 'practical, rational world.'
men contradictory paradoxical
[I am a] contradictory and paradoxical man.
eye men
Man cannot change or escape his time. The eye sees the present and the future
sex men painful
I tried sex once with a woman and that woman was Gala. It was overrated. I tried sex once with a man and that man was the famous juggler Federico Garcia Lorca [the Spanish Surrealist poet]. It was very painful.
clever flower men
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.
men needs earth
Since man's highest mission on earth is to spiritualize everything, it is his excrement in particular that needs it most.
wise wine men
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.
differences mad spouse
There is one thing more exasperating than a spouse who can cook and won't, and that's a spouse who can't cook and will. There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.
fear firsts canvas
I am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images that I see appear on my canvas.
differences mad facts
The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad.
serious doe ends
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?