The thrill of creation which we experience which we experience when we see a masterpiece is not unlike the feeling of the artist who created it; such a work is a fragment of the world which he has annexed and which belongs to him alone.

Every creation is, at its root, the struggle between potential form and imitated form.

There is always a need for intoxication: China has opium, Islam has hashish, the West has woman.

War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.

The twenty-first century will be spiritual or it will not be.

In the realm of human destiny, the depth of man's questionings is more important than his answers.

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is ... not an object but a voice.