The public history of modern art is the story of conventional people not knowing what they are dealing with.

I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?