“If I think, everything is lost.”

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

There is no model, there is only color.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Pure drawing is an abstraction.

It’s not just about looking and copying, it’s about feeling too.

You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

A puny body weakens the soul.

You must think. The eye is not enough; it needs to think as well.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not really possible to help others.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

I advance all of my canvas at one time.

I think, if you can prove the existence of God, it can only be proven through love.

I think I don’t regret a single “excess” of my responsive youth I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn’t embrace.

A good listener is usually thinking about something else.

Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.

[Winning the White House was an achievement], but as an African-American, [Barack Obama], I think the symbolism is in how he conducted himself.

If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.

I think my quarry is illusion. I war against magic. I believe that, though illusion often cheers and comforts, it ultimately and invariably weakens and constricts the spirit.

To discover the real you, look at what you spend time thinking about when no one is looking.