Without Great Solitude No Serious Work Is

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

What A Trade! Poor Painters! They Always Wish To Be Understood, And They Are Analysed Instead.

There Is No Abstract Art. You Must Always Start With Something. Afterward You Can Remove All Traces Of Reality.

Every Positive Value Has Its Price In Negative Terms... The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

All Children Are Artists