Art Has The Lovely Habit

I Was Poking Fun At Myself Most Of All.

In The Last Analysis, The Artist May Shout From All The Rooftops That He Is A Genius; He Will Have To Wait For The Verdict Of Posterity.

Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every Man For Himself.

I Don't Believe In Art. I Believe In Artists.

I Don’t Care About The Word ‘art’ Because It Has Been So Discredited. So I Want To Get Rid Of It. There Is An Unnecessary Adoration Of ‘art’ Today.