Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.

My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.

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.

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

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

Each energy calls for its complementary energy to achieve self-contained stability based on the play of energies.

To give emphasis only to beauty makes me think of a mathematics that deals with positive numbers only.