Do Unto Others As They Wish, But

In My Day Artists Wanted To Be Outcasts, Pariahs. Now They Are All Integrated Into Society

Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

What I Have In Mind Is That Art May Be Bad, Good Or Indifferent, But, Whatever Adjective Is Used, We Must Call It Art, And Bad Art Is Still Art In The Same Way That A Bad Emotion Is Still An Emotion.

Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every Man For Himself.

The Creative Act Is Not Performed By The Artist Alone; The Spectator Brings The Work In Contact With The External World By Deciphering And Interpreting Its Inner Qualifications And Thus Adds His Contribution To The Creative Act.