Youth is a religion from which one always ends up being converted.
The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.
One cannot create an art that speaks to men when one has nothing to say.
As for the outside world, the artist is confronted by what he sees; but what he sees is primarily what he looks at.
In a world in which everything is subject to the passing of time, art alone is both subject to time and yet victorious over it.
All art is a revolt against man's fate.