For Me, There Are Two Kinds Of

In One Way Or Another, I Always Marked My Pictures. But There Were Times When I Put My Signature On The Back Of The Canvas. All My Works From The Cubist Period, Until About 1914, Have My Name And The Date On The Back Side Of The Stretcher. I Know Someone Spread The Story That In Céret, Braque And I Decided Not To Sign Our Pictures Anymore. But That's Just A Legend!

There's Nothing Worse Than A Brilliant Beginning.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

If You Have Five Elements Available Use Only Four. If You Have Four Elements Use Three.

People Don't Realize What They Have When They Own A Picture By Me. Each Picture Is A Phial With My Blood. That Is What Has Gone Into It.