If All The Ways I Have Been

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.

It's A Poor Artist Who Borrows--a Good Artist Steals.

There's Nothing So Similar To One Poodle Dog As Another Poodle Dog, And That Goes For Women, Too.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous. I Have Contented These People With All The Many Bizarre Things That Come Into My Head. And The Less They Understand, The More They Admire It. By Amusing Myself With All These Games, All This Nonsense, All These Picture Puzzles, I Became Famous... I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Has Understood His Time.

Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting. It's Only The Masters That Matter. Those Who Create.