All things, and man as well, should be like nature, without measure.
DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.
Ever since my childhood, I was haunted by the search for perfection. An imperfectly cut paper literally made me ill. I would guillotine it.
Often the hands grasp more quickly than the head.
To be full of joy when looking at an oeuvre is not a little thing.
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.