He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of the model... With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul's style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies.

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

There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.