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

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

And Loplop, bird superior, has transformed himself into flesh without flesh and will dwell among us.

All good ideas arrive by chance.

I have never seen a beautiful painting of a beautiful woman. But you can take an ugly woman and make a beautiful painting of her. It is the painting itself that should be beautiful.