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.

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

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

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.

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

Creativity is that marvelous capacity to grasp mutually distinct realities and draw a spark from their juxtaposition.

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