There is only one way to see things, until someone shows us how to look at them with different eyes

When we did Cubist paintings, our intention was not to produce Cubist paintings but to express what was within us. No one laid down a course of action for us, and our friends the poets followed our endeavour attentively but they never dictated it to us.

Everything exists in limited quantity - especially happiness.

I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

Have you noticed that bones are always modeled and not carved, that you always have the impression they come from a mold, that they were first modeled in clay? Any bone you look at, you always find fingerprints on it.

There are chemists who spend their whole lives trying to find out what's in a lump of sugar. I want to know one thing. What is color?

What does it mean for a painter to paint in the manner of So-and-So or to actually imitate someone else? What's wrong with that? On the contrary, it's a good idea. You should constantly try to paint like someone else. But the thing is, you can't! You would like to. You try. But it turns out to be a botch... And it's at the very moment you make a botch of it that you're yourself.