Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.
I don't argue with my enemies; I explain to their children.
An art book is a museum without walls.
Man knows that the world is not made on a human scale; and he wishes that it were.
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.