Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.

It was so wonderful outside that even the wild senselessness of this enormous death, whose music I hear again and again, could not disturb me from my great enjoyment!

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.

I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.

One of my problems is to find the self.