To the end of history, social orders will probably destroy themselves in an effort to prove they are indestructible.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.

If I see anything vital around me, it is precisely that spirit of adventure, which seems indestructible and is akin to curiosity.