In art, we are the first heirs of all the earth. . . . Accidents impair and Time transforms, but it is we who choose.

The next century's task will be to rediscover its gods.

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.

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

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

He who has dreamed for long resembles his dream.

Even the West has known the architecture of empty space, whose object, for thousands of years, has been less to construct divine houses, than to create sacred places, to seize upon mystery and to immerse man in it-whether by raising the cyclopean pedestal that surrounds him with stars, or by hollowing out the sanctuary that wraps him in haunted night.