The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.

Art is a revolt against man's fate.

Even the West has known the architecture of empty space, whose object, for thousands of years, has been less to construct divine houses, than to create sacred places, to seize upon mystery and to immerse man in it-whether by raising the cyclopean pedestal that surrounds him with stars, or by hollowing out the sanctuary that wraps him in haunted night.

There are not fifty ways of fighting, there is only one: to be the conqueror.

Seldom is a Gothic head more beautiful than when broken.

The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.