Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?

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

First of all, the art of living; then as my ideal profession, poetry and philosophy, and as my real profession, plastic arts; in the last resort, for lack of income, illustrations.

A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.

Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.

The Biblical story of the creation is an excellent parable of movement. The work of art, too, is above all a process of creation, it is never experienced as a mere product.

Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.