There is much more mystery in the shadow of a man walking on a sunny day, than in all religions of the world.

It used to be that painters were crazy and sculptors clever. Today it's the other way around.

To become truly immortal a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken it will enter the regions of childhood vision and dream.

When I close my eyes my vision is even more powerful.

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.

One must picture everything in the world as an enigma, and live in the world as if in a vast museum of strangeness.

There is much more mystery in the shadow of a man walking on a sunny day, than in all religions of the world.