The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.
Our own epoch is determining, day by day, its own style. Our eyes, unhappily, are unable yet to discern it.
Belgrade is the ugliest city in the world in the most beautiful place in the world.
Life never stops. The torment of men will be eternal, unless the function of creating and acting and changing, living intensely through each day, be considered an eternal joy.
I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.