If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without ascending it, the work would have been permitted.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.