The task of the artist is to sense more keenly than others the harmony of the world, the beauty and the outrage of what man has done to it, and poignantly to let people know.

Too much art was no art at all. Like candy instead of bread!

We will die, but art will remain.

Who has the skill to make a narrow, obstinate human being aware of others' far-off grief and joy, to make him understand dimensions and delusions he himself has never lived through? Propaganda, coercion, and scientific proofs are powerless. But happily, in our world there is a way. It is art, and it is literature.

Who will dare say he has defined art?

Anything too far out of tune with our attitude is lost, either in the ears themselves or somewhere beyond, but it is lost.

I insist on believing that beauty elevates human beings.

Only the first swath cut by the scythe is difficult.

Every human act can be disguised with a coating of gilt.

The foundation stones of a great building are destined to groan and be pressed upon; it is not for them to crown the edifice.