When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

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

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

What is style? For many people, a very complicated way of saying very simple things. According to us, a very simple way of saying very complicated things.

Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.