In great art there is no beginning and end in point of time. All time is comprehended.

Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.

The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.

Art after all is but an extension of language to the expression of sensations too subtle for words.

You form a society: that limits you. Adopt a name, and you've limited yourself again; draw up a constitution and bylaws and you've made a groove, a rut, that hampers your growth. You think you can fix your course and move straight along it. But sometimes the important thing is to strike out sidewise.

I have heard it very often said that an artist does not need intelligence, that his is the province of the soul

I am interested in art as a means of living a life; not as a means of making a living.