Color and I are one. I am a painter.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

Make chance essential.

We construct and keep on constructing, yet intuition is still a good thing.

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.

It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.