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.

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

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

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

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.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.