what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another about

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number.

The most effective way of destroying art is the canonization of one given form. And one philosophy.

There is no joy nobler than suffering for the sake of love for man.

What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturabtion … whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.

Dogma, static positions, consonance - all these are obstacles to catching the disease of art, at least in its more complex forms.