Between history and the eternal I have chosen history because I like certainties. Of it, at least, I am certain, and how can I deny this force crushing me.

[Many artists], even the greatest ones, are not sure of their own existence. So they search for proof, they judge, they condemn. It strengthens them, it is the beginnings of existence. They are alone!

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.