The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
The poet Paul รluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.
The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.
To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.