If I Don't Have Red, I Use

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.

A Painting Is Not Thought Out In Advance. While It Is Being Done, It Changes As One’s Thoughts Change. And When It’s Finished, It Goes On Changing, According To The State Of Mind Of Whoever Is Looking At It

Forcing Yourself To Use Restricted Means Is The Sort Of Restraint That Liberates Invention. It Obliges You To Make A Kind Of Progress That You Can't Even Imagine In Advance.

The Fingerprints Of The God Who Amused Himself Fashioning Them - I Can See Them On Any Bone Whatsoever.

Let Them Understand Above All That The Artist Works From Necessity; That He, Too, Is A Minute Element Of The World To Whom One Should Ascribe No More Importance Than So Many Things In Nature Which Charm Us But Which We Do Not Explain To Ourselves.