The greatest mystery of all is reality.

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

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

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

If you wish to get hold of the invisible you must penetrate as deeply as possible into the visible.

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

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.