Art brings people back to their sensibility as human beings. This is the purpose of art: To bring people together and bring back the humanity as well.
One of my problems is to find the self.
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.
There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
One thing is sure - we have to transform the three-dimensional world of objects into the two-dimensional world of the canvas. . . . To transform three into two dimensions is for me an experience full of magic in which I glimpse for a moment that fourth dimension which my whole being is seeking.
I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.
There's no learning without trying lots of ideas and failing lots of times.
The best person to get something done is a busy person.
I feel sorry for people in power. I feel sorry for the Queen, in a way, that she hasn't had a normal life. It'd difficult for me to hate anyone. Immediately someone's unpopular, I feel sorry for them.