If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint

And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.