An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their infinitely expandable nature) of his taste for the infinite; only, it is a taste that often takes a wrong turn.

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.