We are surrounded by curtains. We only perceive the world behind a curtain of semblance. At the same time, an object needs to be covered in order to be recognized at all.

Those who become entangled in these false ideas are prevented from perceiving the Integral Oneness.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well.

My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.

To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.