A Picture Is An Artificial Work, Outside

The Dance Instills In You Something That Sets You Apart. Something Heroic And Remote.

I Felt So Insufficiently Equipped, So Unprepared, So Weak, And At The Same Time It Seemed To Me That My Reflections On Art Were Correct. I Quarreled With All The World And With Myself.

The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It Legitimately, You Rape It.

A Painting Is Above All A Product Of The Artist's Imagination, It Must Never Be A Copy. If, At A Later Stage, He Wants To Add Two Or Three Touches From Nature, Of Course It Doesn't Spoil Anything.