Everything you can imagine is real.

Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? Why does one love the night, flowers, everything around one, without trying to understand them? But in the case of...

You know, it’s just like being a peddler. You want two breasts? Well, here you are — two breasts. We must see to it that the man looking at the picture has at hand everything...

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn’t everyone look...

I don’t paint things the way I see them, but the way I think them.

Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

If everybody is looking for it, then nobody is finding it. If we were cultured, we would not be conscious of lacking culture. We would regard it as something natural and would not make so...

One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.

Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought.

Ah, good taste–What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.

As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes – and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done

If there were only one truth, you couldn’t paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite — that particular peach is but a detail.

They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

Accidents, try to change them — it’s impossible. The accidental reveals man.

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

Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.

It takes a long time to grow young.

When I paint I feel that all the artists of the past are behind me.

It is personality with a penny’s worth of talent. Error which chances to rise above the commonplace.

The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

You can’t run a business without taking risks.

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

Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?

Accidents, try to change them it’s impossible. The accidental reveals man.

I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.

On devient jeune à soixante ans. Malheureusement, c’est trop tard

Never permit a dichotomy to rule your life, a dichotomy in which you hate what you do so you can have pleasure in your spare time. Look for a situation in which your work will...

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

My work is like a diary. To understand it, you have to see how it mirrors life.

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

When I was a child my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk, you’ll be the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound...

I wanted to be a painter, and I became Picasso,

We don’t grow older, we grow riper

Love is the greatest refreshment in life

I should like to live like a poor man, with a great deal of money

Whatever the source of emotion that drives me to create, I want to give it a form which has some connection with the visible world, even if it is only to wage war on that...

Sculpture is the best comment that a painter can make on painting.

Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.

Often while reading a book one feels that the author would have preferred to paint rather than write; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he...

Love is the greatest refreshment in life.

Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.

I’d like to live as a poor man with lots of money.