There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.
One of the satisfactions of a genius is his will-power and obstinacy.
Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.
I never knew what I was doing until I was done.
In the same spirit, when the automobile arrived, there were those that declared the horse to be the most perfect form of locomotion.
I like contradictions. We have never attained the infinite variety and contradictions that exist in nature. Tomorrow I shall contradict myself. That is the one way I have of asserting my liberty, the real liberty one does not find as a member of society.