Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.

Can you imagine me calling myself "Ruiz"? "Pablo Ruiz"? "Diego-José Ruiz"? Or "Juan-Népomucène Ruiz"? I was given I don't know how many names.

Man doesn't change. He keeps his habits. Instinctively, all those people found the same corner for their kitchen. To build a city, don't men choose the same sites? Under cities you always find other cities; other churches under churches, and other houses under houses.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.