If I Could Say This

What A Trade! Poor Painters! They Always Wish To Be Understood, And They Are Analysed Instead.

Every Positive Value Has Its Price In Negative Terms... The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

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