Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.

No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art...our world would have remained a jungle.

The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.