All art is a revolt against man's fate.

Often the difference between a successful person and a failure is not one has better abilities or ideas, but the courage that one has to bet on one's ideas, to take a calculated risk - and to act.

War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.

Every great masterpiece is a purification of the world.

In art, we are the first heirs of all the earth. . . . Accidents impair and Time transforms, but it is we who choose.

The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.

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.