History develops, art stands still.

Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.