I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black.

Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.

Would not it be best to leave room to mystery?

You want to paint? First of all you must cut off your tongue because your decision takes away from you the right to express yourself with anything but your brush.

One must, of course, have one's entire experience behind one and not have lost the freshness of instinct.

...for whether we want to or not, we belong to our time and we share in its opinions, its feelings, even its delusions.

When I put a green, it is not grass. When I put a blue, it is not the sky.