I Never Knew What I Was Doing

Lipstick Is The Red Badge Of Courage.

Each One Of Us, In His Timidity, Has A Limit Beyond Which He Is Outraged. It Is Inevitable That He Who By Concentrated Application Has Extended This Limit For Himself, Should Arouse The Resentment Of Those Who Have Accepted Conventions Which, Since Accepted By All, Require No Initiative Of Application. And This Resentment Generally Takes The Form Of Meaningless Laughter Or Of Criticism, If Not Persecution.

I Never Knew What I Was Doing Until I Was Done.

I Have Never Painted A Recent Picture.

I Would Photograph An Idea Rather Than An Object, A Dream Rather Than An Idea.