I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

I Understand How You Could See Something In The Root Of A Tree, A Crack In The Wall, In An Eroded Stone Or Pebble. But Marble? It Comes Off In Blocks And Doesn't Evoke Any Image. It Does Not Inspire.

Everything Exists In Limited Quantity - Especially Happiness.

Good Artists Copy, Great Artists Steal.

I Don't Say Everything, But I Paint Everything.

I Am A Communist And My Painting Is A Communist Painting. But If I Were A Shoemaker, Royalist Or Communist Or Anything Else, I Would Not Necessarily Hammer My Shoes In Any Special Way To Show My Politics.