There Is No Solution, For There Is

Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

The Word 'art' Interests Me Very Much. If It Comes From Sanskrit, As I've Heard, It Signifies 'making.

In The Creative Act, The Artist Goes From Intention To Realization Through A Chain Of Totally Subjective Reactions.

The Life Of An Artist Is Like The Life Of A Monk, A Lewd Monk If You Like, Very Rabelaisian. It Is An Ordination.

In New York In 1915 I Bought At A Hardware Store A Snow Shovel On Which I Wrote In Advance Of The Broken Arm .