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I've Decided That Art Is A Habit-forming Drug. That's All It Is, For The Artist, For The Collector, For Anybody Connected With It.

The Life Of An Artist Is Like The Life Of A Monk, A Lewd Monk If You Like, Very Rabelaisian. It Is An Ordination.

The Word 'art' Interests Me Very Much. If It Comes From Sanskrit, As I've Heard, It Signifies 'making.

All This Twaddle, The Existence Of God, Atheism, Determinism, Liberation, Societies, Death, Etc., Are Pieces Of A Chess Game Called Language, And They Are Amusing Only If One Does Not Preoccupy Oneself With 'winning Or Losing This Game Of Chess.

You Cannot Define Electricity. The Same Can Be Said Of Art. It Is A Kind Of Inner Current In A Human Being, Or Something Which Needs No Definition.