The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

The purpose of art is mystery.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

An object is not so attached to its name that we cannot find another one that would suit it better.

I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a pipe”, I'd have been lying!