Poetry' Is What Distinguishes The Cubist Paintings

Art Upsets, Science Reasures.

Art Disturbs, Science Reassures.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.