Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.