The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.

Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.