Interruption, incoherence, surprise are the ordinary conditions of our life. They have even become real needs for many people, whose minds are no longer fed by anything but sudden changes and constantly renewed stimuli. We can no longer bear anything that lasts. We no longer know how to make boredom bear fruit. So the whole question comes down to this: can the human mind master what the human mind has made?

Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always successful. All the rest is literature.

Cognition reigns but does not rule.

We must always apologize for talking painting.

To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.

Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.

Sometime I think; and sometime I am.