All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

But how do I get to having to write a book?... It was a mother who bore me, not an inkwell!

... the genius never makes anything new, but always something that is just different, and the average talents provide him the possibility within which his genius condenses into achievements.

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument

One does what one is; one becomes what one does.

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

The proverbial notion of historical distance consists in our having lost ninety-five of every hundred original facts, so the remaining ones can be arranged however one likes.