I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.

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.

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

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

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