When I Die, It Will Be A

For Being A Bad Student I Was Banished To The 'calaboose' - A Bare Cell With Whitewashed Walls And A Bench To Sit On. I Liked It There, Because I Took Along A Sketch Pad And Drew Incessantly I Could Have Stayed There Forever Drawing Without Stopping

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.

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

We Now Know That Art Is Not The Truth... But Rather A Way Of Approaching The Truth.

Painting Is Not Done To Decorate Apartments. It Is An Instrument Of War.