What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more the word clings to the idea and disappears, the more beautiful the work of art.

It is an excellent habit to look at things as so many symbols.

The future is the worst thing about the present.