Progress in art does not consist in reducing limitations, but in knowing them better.
One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.
Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.
Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.
I like the rule that corrects emotion.
I am much more interested in achieving unison with nature than in copying it.