Out of nothing I have created a strange new universe.

Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no man can hasten or retard.

One must do no violence to nature, nor model it in conformity to any blindly formed chimera.

There are some who, because the point is the limit and extreme of the line, the line of the plane, and the plane of the solid, think there must be real things of this sort.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extrahuman architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art. . . .