If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.

We must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.

Abstract art is only painting. And what's so dramatic about that? There is no abstract art. One must always begin with something. Afterwards one can remove all semblance of reality; there is no longer any danger as the idea of the object has left an indelible imprint.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.