Good Artists Copy, Great Artists Steal.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous. I Have Contented These People With All The Many Bizarre Things That Come Into My Head. And The Less They Understand, The More They Admire It. By Amusing Myself With All These Games, All This Nonsense, All These Picture Puzzles, I Became Famous... I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Has Understood His Time.

I See For Others... In Order To Put On Canvas The Sudden Apparitions Which Come To Me.

If Everyone Would Paint, Political Re-education Would Be Unnecessary.

The Artist Is A Receptacle For Emotions That Come From All Over The Place: From The Sky, From The Earth, From A Scrap Of Paper, From A Passing Shape, From A Spider's Web.

Who Sees The Human Face Correctly: The Photographer, The Mirror, Or The Painter?