We Have Learned Nothing.

If I Could Say This I Wouldn't Have To Paint.

I Have Discovered Photography. Now I Can Kill Myself. I Have Nothing Else To Learn.

When I Paint A Woman In An Armchair, The Armchair Is There To Show Illness And Death-or As A Protection.

The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

Why Should I Copy This Owl, This Sea Urchin? Why Should I Try To Imitate Nature? I Might Just As Well Try To Trace A Perfect Circle.