Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.

Now There Is Fame! Of All - Hunger, Misery, The Incomprehension By The Public - Fame Is By Far The Worst. It Is The Castigation Of God By The Artist. It Is Sad. It Is True.

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

I Have A Horror Of People Who Speak About The Beautiful. What Is The Beautiful? One Must Speak Of Problems In Painting!

Everything Exists In Limited Quantity - Especially Happiness.