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

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.

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.

Culture is the sum of all the forms of art, of love, and of thought, which, in the coarse or centuries, have enabled man to be less enslaved

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

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.

The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.