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

Art has got nothing to do with taste.

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

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

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

Every normal human being (and not merely the 'artist') has an inexhaustible store of buried images in his subconscious, it is merely a matter of courage or liberating procedures ... of voyages into the unconscious, to bring pure and unadulterated found objects to light.

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