The only sin is the sin of being born.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Sloth is all passions the most powerful.

I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing, of going a little further along a dreary road.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.