Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.
