It is natural to give a clear view of the world after accepting the idea that it must be clear.

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.

Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.

To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not. It all becomes a question of style.

A work of art is a confession.

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.