The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.

If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.

(Art is) the residue of vision.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.