Lipstick Is The Red Badge Of Courage.

I Photograph The Things That I Do Not Wish To Paint, The Things Which Already Have An Existence.

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

Nature Does Not Create Works Of Art. It Is We, And The Faculty Of Interpretation Peculiar To The Human Mind, That See Art.

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.

In The Same Spirit, When The Automobile Arrived, There Were Those That Declared The Horse To Be The Most Perfect Form Of Locomotion.