Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?

Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love

I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.

Mine alone is the country of my soul.

The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.