Painting is neither decorative amusement, nor the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.

Who made art history? Not the most reasonable people. The mad men did. If painting is the mirror of a time, it must be mad to have a true image of what that time is. To one madness we oppose another madness.

The virtue of pride, which was once the beauty of mankind, has given place to that fount of ugliness, Christian humility.

The role of the painter . . . is to project that which sees itself in him.

When the artist finds himself he is lost. The fact that he has succeeded in never finding himself is regarded by Max Ernst as his only lasting achievement.

Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted

Woman's nudity is wiser than the philosopher's teachings.