An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.

The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.

The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.