The true painter strives to paint what can only be seen through his world.
The basic problem is that our civilization, which is a civilization of machines, can teach man everything except how to be a man.
The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.
He who has dreamed for long resembles his dream.
Always, however brutal an age may actually have been, its style transmits its music only.
The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness.