The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or

I Succeeded In Simply Attending At The Birth Of All My Works.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

Woman's Nudity Is Wiser Than The Philosopher's Teachings.

A Series Of Powers Are At Work Within The Great Stream Of Expressionism Who Have No Outward Similarity To One Another But A Common Direction Of Thrust, Namely The Intention To Give Expression To Things Of The Psyche [seelisches] Through Form Alone.