The Most Interesting Thing About Artists Is

I Have Forced Myself To Contradict Myself In Order To Avoid Conforming To My Own Taste.

In The Last Analysis, The Artist May Shout From All The Rooftops That He Is A Genius; He Will Have To Wait For The Verdict Of Posterity.

Art Has The Lovely Habit Of Ruining All Artistic Theories.

I Believe That A Picture, A Work Of Art, Lives And Dies Just As We Do.

All Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis.