There is no substitute for intuition.

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

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

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.

I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing. Then I want to do something modest; to work out by myself a tiny, formal motive, one that my pencil will be able to hold without technique.

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.

See with one eye, feel with the other.