I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.

I have lived among enough painters and around studios to have had all the theories - and how contradictory they are - rammed down my throat. A man has to have a gizzard like an ostrich to digest all the brass-tacks and wire nails of modern art theories.