An artist who wants to transpose a composition onto a larger canvas must conceive it over again in order to preserve its expression; he must alter its character and not just fill in the squares into which he has divided his canvas.

Exactitude is not truth.

Color was not given to us in order that we should imitate Nature. It was given to us so that we can express our emotions.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

The Barnes Foundation is the only sane place to see art in America.

I simply try to put down colors which render my sensation

Precision is not reality