I don't seek, I find.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

Every positive value has its price in negative terms... the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.

Because I cannot work except in solitude, it is necessary that I live my work and that is impossible except in solitude.

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he's a painter, or ears if he's a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he's a poet, or even, if he's a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he's at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heart-rending, burning, or happy events in the world.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

Nature does many things the way I do, but she hides them!