one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

How our old friend [Michelangelo] of the Sistine would have loved to photograph his workers, perched on the fragile planks. Dali was right to say Leonardo only worked from photographs.

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.

The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started