There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

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!

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.