The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.

The important thing is to create. Nothing else matters; creation is all.

It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don't care.

My whole life has been nothing more than a continuous struggle against Reaction and the death of art.

Forcing yourself to use restricted means is the sort of restraint that liberates invention. It obliges you to make a kind of progress that you can't even imagine in advance.

How often have I found that wanting to use blue, I didn't have it so I used a red instead of the blue.

The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?