Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be

I Thought That From The Moment Someone Else Could Do The Same As Myself, There Was No Difference Between The Pictures And They Should Not Be Signed. Afterwards I Realized It Was Not So And Began To Sign My Pictures Again. Picasso Had Begun Again Anyhow.

Critics Should Help People See For Themselves; They Should Never Try To Define Things, Or Impose Their Own Explanations, Though I Admit That If... A Critic's Explanations Serve To Increase The General Obscurity, That's All To The Good.

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.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.