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

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.

An art book is a museum without walls.

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

Every creation is, at its root, the struggle between potential form and imitated form.

There are not fifty ways of fighting, there's only one, and that's to win. Neither revolution nor war consists in doing what one pleases.

Youth is a religion from which one always ends up being converted.