What Are You? What Am I? Those

I Think Only Of Objects: Of A Leg Or An Arm, Of The Wonderful Sense Of Foreshortening, Breaking Through The Plane, Of The Division Of Space, Of The Combination Of Straight Lines In Relation To Curved Ones.

It Was So Wonderful Outside That Even The Wild Senselessness Of This Enormous Death, Whose Music I Hear Again And Again, Could Not Disturb Me From My Great Enjoyment!

Love In An Animal Sense Is An Illness, But A Necessity Which One Has To Overcome.

Height, Width, And Depth Are The Three Phenomena Which I Must Transfer Into One Plane To Form The Abstract Surface Of The Picture, And Thus To Protect Myself From The Infinity Of Space.

All Important Things In Art Have Always Originated From The Deepest Feeling About The Mystery Of Being.