I allow myself to be guided by the work which is in the process of being born. I have confidence in it. I do not think about it.

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

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

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.

I allow myself to be guided by the work which is in the process of being born. I have confidence in it. I do not think about it.

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

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.