Evidence Exhausts The Truth.

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.

Art Disturbs, Science Reassures.

Progress In Art Does Not Consist In Reducing Limitations, But In Knowing Them Better.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

I Do Not Believe In Objects. I Believe Only In Their Relationships.