If The Affairs Of The World Were

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

Thanks To My Effort In The Last 40 Years, There Has Been More Paper And Film Wasted.

I Never Knew What I Was Doing Until I Was Done.

Cut Out The Eye From A Photograph Of One Who Has Been Loved But Is Seen No More. Attach The Eye To The Pendulum Of A Metronome And Regulate The Weight To Suit The Tempo Desired. Keep Going To The Limit Of Endurance. With A Hammer Well-aimed, Try To Destroy The Whole At A Single Blow.

Dada Cannot Live In New York. All New York Is Dada, And Will Not Tolerate A Rival.