All good ideas arrive by chance.
The virtue of pride, which was once the beauty of mankind, has given place to that fount of ugliness, Christian humility.
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.
My paintings are not meant to be tasted.
Woman's nudity is wiser than the philosopher's teachings.
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.