Art Disturbs, Science Reassures.

I Realized That One Cannot Reveal Oneself Without Mannerism, Without Some Evident Trace Of One's Personality. But All The Same One Should Not Go Too Far In That Direction.

Illusions... Are Simple Facts, But They Have Been Created By The Mind, By The Spirit, And They Are One Of The Justifications Of The New Spatial Configuration.

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.

I Am Much More Interested In Achieving Unison With Nature Than In Copying It.

What Greatly Attracted Me - And It Was The Main Line Of Advance Of Cubism - Was How To Give Material Expression To This New Space Of Which I Had An Inkling. So I Began To Paint Chiefly Still Lifes, Because In Nature There Is A Tactile, I Would Almost Say A Manual Space... That Was The Earliest Cubist Painting - The Quest For Space.