Those Who Attempts To Explain A Picture

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

It Means Nothing To Me. I Have No Opinion About It, And I Don't Care.

When It Comes Right Down To It, All You Have Is Your Self. Your Self Is A Sun With A Thousand Rays.

If I Could Say This I Wouldn't Have To Paint.

The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.