Colors, Like Features, Follow The Changes Of

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.

Imitators? All Right! Disciples If You Like. But Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting.

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.

What I Capture In Spite Of Myself Interests Me More Than My Own Ideas.

My Whole Life Has Been Nothing More Than A Continuous Struggle Against Reaction And The Death Of Art.