There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?

Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.