I Do Not Believe In Objects. I

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

Emotion Should Not Be Rendered By An Excited Trembling; It Can Neither Be Added On Nor Be Imitated. It Is The Seed, The Work Is The Flower.

Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be Invented.

Perspective Is A Ghastly Mistake Which It Has Taken Four Centuries To Redress.