All Good Ideas Arrive By Chance.

Art Has Got Nothing To Do With Taste.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or Impassioned, At The Birth Of His Work, And Observes The Phases Of Its Development.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

The Role Of The Painter . . . Is To Project That Which Sees Itself In Him.