We Have Learned Nothing.

When We Did Cubist Paintings, Our Intention Was Not To Produce Cubist Paintings But To Express What Was Within Us. No One Laid Down A Course Of Action For Us, And Our Friends The Poets Followed Our Endeavour Attentively But They Never Dictated It To Us.

If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real

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.

Style Is Besides The Point. Nobody Would Pay Attention If One Always Said The Same Thing, In The Same Words And The Same Tone Of Voice.

Because I Cannot Work Except In Solitude, It Is Necessary That I Live My Work And That Is Impossible Except In Solitude.