The Things That Picasso And I Said

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.

With Age, Art And Life Become One.

When One Reaches This State Of Harmony Between Things And One's Self, One Reaches A State Of Perfect Freedom And Peace-which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Becomes Perpetual Revelation.

The Painter Thinks In Terms Of Form And Color. The Goal Is Not To Be Concerned With The Reconstitution Of An Anecdotal Fact, But With Constitution Of A Pictorial Fact.

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.