A man can't be angry at his own time without suffering some damage.

Anything that endures over time sacrifices its ability to make an impression.

I also believe that few people remain completely untouched by the thought that instead of the life they lead there might also be another, where all actions proceed from a very personal state of excitement. Where actions have meanings, not just causes. And where a person, to use a trivial word, is happy, and not just nervously tormenting himself.

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 thoughts of my emotionally so disturbed days must be found again, shifted and developed further. Here and there something of the loose remarks I make must be used, but only when it finds my attention again.

Is not art a tool we employ to peel the kitsch off life? Layer by layer art strips life bare. The more abstract it gets, the more transparent the air is. Can it be that the farther it is removed from life, the clearer art becomes?

It's not the genius who is 100 years ahead of his time but average man who is 100 years behind it.