If I Spit, They Will Take My

For My Part, I Can't Do Anything Else But What I Am Doing.

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

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

When You Make A Thing, A Thing That Is New, It Is So Complicated Making It That It Is Bound To Be Ugly. But Those That Make It After You, They Don't Have To Worry About Making It. And They Can Make It Pretty, And So Everybody Can Like It When Others Make It After You

Nature Does Many Things The Way I Do, But She Hides Them!