A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.

Arrival = Prison, and the artist must never be a prisoner.

Another word for creativity is courage.

My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility.

I cannot copy nature in a servile way; I am forced to interpret nature and submit it to the spirit of the picture. From the relationship I have found in all the tones there must result a living harmony of colors, a harmony analogous to that of a musical composition.

Ever since there have been men, man has given himself over to too little joy. That alone, my brothers, is our original sin. I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.

It is with color that you render light, though you must also feel this light, have it within yourself.