It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
I can't stand people that do not take food seriously.
It is only by not paying one's bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.
What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
How does one cure the soul? Through the senses
Art is not to be taught in Academies. It is what one looks at, not what one listens to, that makes the artist. The real schools should be the streets.