I Adore The Theater And

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul.

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.