Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.

If you're still making art in your 30s you're either wadded or good - and I'm both.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Art is the proper task of life.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.