War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.

There are not fifty ways of fighting, there's only one, and that's to win. Neither revolution nor war consists in doing what one pleases.

There are not fifty ways of fighting, there's only one, and that's to win. Neither revolution nor war consists in doing what one pleases.

To the humblest among them, who may be listening to me now, I want to say that the masterpiece to which you are paying historic homage this evening is a painting which he has saved.

The crucial discovery was made that, in order to become painting, the universe seen by the artist had to become a private one created by himself.

Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.