In art, progress lies not in an extension, but in a knowledge of limitations.

I like the rule that corrects emotion.

The painting is finished when the idea has disappeared.

I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.

Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.

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

Art disturbs, science reassures.