An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered world.

I am a cat. As yet I have no name

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "mankind abhors equality."

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered world.