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 hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.

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

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

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

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