We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.

I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness, to death.

Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.