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.

If you can't make art, make your life a work of art.

One cannot create an art that speaks to men when one has nothing to say.

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.

Some pictures are in the gallery because they belong to humanity and others because they belong to the United States.

The world of art is not a world of immortality but of metamorphosis.

One can fool life for a long time, but in the end it always makes us what we were intended to be.