Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

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

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.

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.

Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.