People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

I Don't Believe In Accidents. There Are Only Encounters In History. There Are No Accidents.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.

When You Are Young And Without Success, You Have Only A Few Friends. Then, Later On, When You Are Rich And Famous, You Still Have A Few... If You Are Lucky.

People Are Always Asking Me To Sign My Old Canvases. It's Ridiculous!