Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Youth has no age.
I am always doing things I can't do, that's how I get to do them.
Action is the foundational key to all success.
All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.
It takes a long time to become young.
Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style. He just keeps on trying other things.
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 end up as the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
There are only two types of women - goddesses and doormats.
The chief enemy of creativity is "good" sense.
To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.
To draw you must close your eyes and sing.
To finish a work? To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul, to give it its final blow the coup de grace for the painter as well as for the picture.
To make oneself hated is more difficult than to make oneself loved.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.
We don't grow older, we grow riper.
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.
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 at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.