We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.

It's a poor artist who borrows--a good artist steals.

Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature; she imposes on him character and appearance.

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

Now there is fame! Of all - hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public - fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

What other movement determines the S line? Its aesthetic efficacity has long been noted by artists.

A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.