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

Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.

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.

There's no such thing as a grown up person.

There is always a need for intoxication: China has opium, Islam has hashish, the West has woman.

All art is a revolt against man's fate.

The world of art is not a world of immortality but of metamorphosis.