Cities Are The Sinks Of The Human

When I Go Out Into The Countryside And See The Sun And The Green And Everything Flowering, I Say To Myself "yes Indeed, All That Belongs To Me!"

It Is Not I That Am Drawing, It Is This Thing At The End Of My Hand.

The Interest And The Feelings Are Not Due To Colors; The Lines Of A Painting That Move Us Move Us Even More In A Print.

The More Humanity Owes The Poor Man, The More Society Denies Him.

We Are The Two Great Painters Of This Era; You Are In The Egyptian Style, I In Themodern Style. (to Pablo Picasso)