With Age, Art And Life Become One.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

When Objects Shattered Into Fragments Appeared In My Painting About 1909, This For Me Was A Way Of Getting Closest To The Object... Fragmentation Helped Me To Establish Space And Movement In Space.

There Is Only One Valuable Thing In Art: The Thing You Cannot Explain.

I Do Not Believe In Things. I Believe In Relationships.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.