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.

All human beings are born with the same creative potential. Most people squander theirs away on a million superfluous things. I expend mine on one thing and one thing only: my art.

To model an object is to possess it.

I have had no true friends, only lovers.

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

Why do you try to understand art? Do you try to understand the song of a bird?

Love must be proven by facts and not by reasons.