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!

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.

Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

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

What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.