When there's dust missing here or there, it's because someone has touched my things. I see immediately someone has been there. And it's because I live constantly with dust, in dust, that I prefer to wear gray suits, the only color on which it leaves no trace.

This idea of art for art's sake is a hoax.

When they say that I am too old to make a thing, I try to make it immediately.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

I am always making that what I am not capable, in an attempt to learn how to doing it.

It is a well-known fact that we see the faults in other's works more readily than we do in our own.

It is personality with a penny's worth of talent. Error which chances to rise above the commonplace.