Art = A Mad Search For Individualism.

In Art, All Who Have Done Something Other Than Their Predecessors Have Merited The Epithet Of Revolutionary; And It Is They Alone Who Are Masters.

I Sit At My Door, Smoking A Cigarette And Sipping My Absinthe, And I Enjoy Every Day Without A Care In The World

Without Delay I Began Work, Without Hesitation And All Of A Fever.

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.