No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.

History May Clarify Our Understanding Of The Supreme Work Of Art, But Can Never Account For It Completely; For The Time Of Art Is Not The Same As The Time Of History.

The Thrill Of Creation Which We Experience Which We Experience When We See A Masterpiece Is Not Unlike The Feeling Of The Artist Who Created It; Such A Work Is A Fragment Of The World Which He Has Annexed And Which Belongs To Him Alone.

All Art Is A Revolt Against Man's Fate.

You Can Only Make Art That Talks To The Masses When You Have Nothing To Say To Them.

Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To Search The Past For Precedents, But Transforms The Entire Past Into A Sequence Of Provisional Responses To A Problem That Remains Intact.