The crucial discovery was made that, in order to become painting, the universe seen by the artist had to become a private one created by himself.

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

Since 1789 history has had a new perspective, revolution being a successful revolt, and revolt a revolution that has failed.

The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.

Man knows that the world is not made on a human scale; and he wishes that it were.

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

As for the outside world, the artist is confronted by what he sees; but what he sees is primarily what he looks at.