As for the outside world, the artist is confronted by what he sees; but what he sees is primarily what he looks at.
He who has dreamed for long resembles his dream.
Christ...an anarchist who succeeded. That's all.
Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.
Every creation is, at its root, the struggle between potential form and imitated form.
The truth about a man lies first and foremost in what he hides.