The feeling we experience while we look at a picture is not to be distinguished from the picture or from ourselves. the feeling, picture, and ourselves are united in one mystery.

Nothing is confused except the mind.

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

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

I want nevertheless to add that for me the world is a defiance of common sense.

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.

The purpose of art is mystery.