Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Does One Love The Night, Flowers, Everything Around One, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting People Have To Understand. If Only They Would Realize Above All That An Artist Works Of Necessity, That He Himself Is Only A Trifling Bit Of The World, And That No More Importance Should Be Attached To Him Than To Plenty Of Other Things Which Please Us In The World, Though We Can't Explain Them. People Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

I Paint What I Think, Not What I See.

If You Give A Meaning To Certain Things In My Paintings It May Be Very True, But It Is Not My Idea To Give This Meaning. What Ideas And Conclusions You Have Got I Obtained Too, But Instinctively, Unconsciously. I Make The Painting For The Painting. I Paint The Objects For What They Are.

I Love Bats! Women Are Scared Of Them. They Think Bats Can Get Caught In Their Hair, Don't They? But Bats Are The Most Beautiful Of Animals, Extraordinarily Delicate. Have You Observed Their Brilliant Little Eyes, Gleaming With Intelligence, And Their Skin, Silky As Velvet? And Look At All These Delicate Little Bones.

There Ought To Be An Absolute Dictatorship... A Dictatorship Of Painters... A Dictatorship Of One Painter... To Suppress All Those Who Have Betrayed Us.