My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.

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

The greatest mystery of all is reality.

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

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.

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!