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.

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

Ever since my childhood, I was haunted by the search for perfection. An imperfectly cut paper literally made me ill. I would guillotine it.

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

Any work that is not rooted in myth and poetry or that does not partake of the depth and essence of the universe is merely a ghost.

I like nature but not its substitutes... Mondrian opposed art to nature saying that art is artificial and nature is natural. I do not share this opinion... Art's origins are natural.

All things, and man as well, should be like nature, without measure.