The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

Perhaps I know to what extent I can go too far.

Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

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.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.