Art belongs to everybody and nobody. Art belongs to all time and no time. Art belongs to those who create it and those who savor it. Art no more belongs to the people or the time than it belongs to the critics or the collectors.
To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
In the end, it is not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it ought to be.