In The End There Is Only Matisse.

We Are All Born Children- The Trick Is Remaining One.

When We Did Cubist Paintings, Our Intention Was Not To Produce Cubist Paintings But To Express What Was Within Us. No One Laid Down A Course Of Action For Us, And Our Friends The Poets Followed Our Endeavour Attentively But They Never Dictated It To Us.

When You Begin A Picture You Often Make Some Pretty Discoveries. You Must Be On Guard Against These. Destroy The Thing, Do It Over Several Times. In Each Destroying Of A Beautiful Discovery, The Artist Does Not Really Suppress It, But Rather Condenses It, Makes It More Substantial. What Comes Out In The End Is The Result Of Discarded Finds. Otherwise You Become Your Own Connoisseur.

We Might Adapt For The Artist The Joke About There Being Nothing More Dangerous Than Instruments Of War In The Hands Of Generals. In The Same Way, There Is Nothing More Dangerous Than Justice In The Hands Of Judges, And A Paint Brush In The Hands Of A Painter! Just Think Of The Danger To Society! But Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets Because We No Longer Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

Races And Religions May Have Changed, But The Marketplace, The Living Quarters, Pilgrimage Sites, Places Of Worship, Have Remained The Same. Venus Is Replaced By The Virgin, But The Same Life Goes On.