The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.

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

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

Satire must not be a kind of superfluous ill will, but ill will from a higher point of view. Ridiculous man, divine God. Or else, hatred against the bogged-down vileness of average man as against the possible heights that humanity might attain.

You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.

For the understanding of a picture a chair is needed. Why a chair? To prevent the legs, as they tire, from interfering with the mind

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.