While guns rumbled in the distance, we sang, painted, made collages and wrote poems with all our might. We were seeking an art based on fundamentals, to cure the madness of the age, and find a new order of things that would restore the balance between heaven and hell.

To be full of joy when looking at an oeuvre is not a little thing.

Artists should work together like the artists of the Middle Ages.

The vertical and the horizontal are the extreme signs available to man for touching the beyond and his inwardness.

The important thing about Dada, it seems to me, is that Dadaists despised what is commonly regarded as art, but put the whole universe on the lofty throne of art.

Tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his [mankind's] ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.

Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.