Becoming is superior to being.

The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now.

Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.

The artist of today is more than an improved camera, he is more complex, richer, and wider. He is a creature on the earth and a creature within the whole, that is, a creature on a star among stars.