Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.