Art is made to disturb, science reassures.

When one reaches this state of harmony between things and one’s self, one reaches a state of perfect freedom and peace-which makes everything possible and right. Life becomes perpetual revelation.

I considered that the painter’s personality should be kept out of things, and therefore pictures should be anonymous. It was I who decided that pictures should not be signed, and for a time Picasso did the same.

I realized that one cannot reveal oneself without mannerism, without some evident trace of one’s personality. But all the same one should not go too far in that direction...

Out of limitations, new forms emerge.

La ve rite existe; on n’invente que le mensonge. Truth exists; only lies are invented.

Reality can only be illuminated by a ray of poetry. Everything is sleep around us.

You may give all the explanations you like, but your painting makes me feel as if you were trying to make us eat cotton waste and wash it down with kerosene.

There are certain mysteries, certain secrets in my own work which even I don’t understand, nor do I try to do so.

Truth exists; only lies are invented.