To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.

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.

The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.

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

I want to be as though newborn. To be almost primitive.

Light and the rational forms are locked in combat; light sets them into motion, bends what is straight, makes parallels oval, inscribes circles in the intervals, makes the intervals active.

All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.