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.

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

I am a cat. As yet I have no name

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.

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.

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