I have made a great discovery. I no longer believe in anything. Objects don't exist for me except in so far as a rapport exists between them and myself. When one attains this harmony, one reaches a sort of intellectual non-existence, what I can only describe as a sense of peace, which makes everything possible and right. Life then becomes a perpetual revelation. That is true poetry.

In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.

Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.

I am much more interested in achieving unison with nature than in copying it.

Truth exists, only falsehood has to be invented.

The function of Art is to disturb. Science reassures.

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.