“Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else – by color.”

All the theories mess you up inside.

I cannot attain the intensity that is unfolded before my senses. I have not the magnificent richness of colouring that animates nature.

Everything in nature is formed upon the sphere, the cone and the cylinder. One must learn to paint these simple figures and then one can do all that he may wish.

If I think, everything is lost.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.

Chatter about art is almost always useless.

There is no such thing as an amateur artist as different from a professional artist. There is only good art and bad art.

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

I’ll always be grateful to the public of intelligent amateurs.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little ’till we come to understand.

When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.

Little as we know about the way in which we are affected by form, by color, and light, we do know this, that they have an actual physical effect.

Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos.

Money has no color. If you can build a better mousetrap, it won’t matter whether you’re black or white. People will buy it.

One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors.

Literature expresses itself by abstractions, whereas painting, by means of drawing and colour, gives concrete shape to sensations and perceptions.

I cannot attain the intensity that is unfolded before my senses. I have not the magnificent richness of colouring that animates nature.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.