I Have Had No True Friends, Only

If I Like It, I Say It's Mine. If I Don't I Say It's A Fake.

Today, As You Know, I Am Famous And Very Rich. But When I Am Alone With Myself, I Haven't The 'courage' To Consider Myself An Artist, In The Great And Ancient Sense Of That Word... I Am Only A Public Entertainer, Who Understands His Age.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

In One Way Or Another, I Always Marked My Pictures. But There Were Times When I Put My Signature On The Back Of The Canvas. All My Works From The Cubist Period, Until About 1914, Have My Name And The Date On The Back Side Of The Stretcher. I Know Someone Spread The Story That In Céret, Braque And I Decided Not To Sign Our Pictures Anymore. But That's Just A Legend!

It Is A Well-known Fact That We See The Faults In Other's Works More Readily Than We Do In Our Own.