What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.

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

The thrill of creation which we experience which we experience when we see a masterpiece is not unlike the feeling of the artist who created it; such a work is a fragment of the world which he has annexed and which belongs to him alone.

Christ...an anarchist who succeeded. That's all.

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.

I don't argue with my enemies; I explain to their children.

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