«Der Moralmythos des Abendlandes wird unwahrscheinlich fad, wenn ich anfange, die End- und Hinterstursachen meiner Freiheiten zu ahnen. Es ist wie beim Malen: Der Maler malt immerzu drauflos, und wenn sein Bild fertig an der Atelierwand hängt (nicht früher), weiss er, was er malen gewollt hat.»
  

«The ethical myth of Western civilisation becomes incredibly weak, as soon as I begin to conjecture the final and very last cause of my liberties. It is the same as with painting: The artist keeps on painting and painting, and only when his painting has been completed, hanging on the wall of his studio – no sooner! –, he knows what exactly it was that he wanted to paint.»