I am a child who is getting on.

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

If I create with my heart almost all my intentions remain. If it is with the head - almost nothing. An artist must not fear to be himself, to express only himself. If he is absolutely and entirely sincere, what he says and does will be acceptable to others.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.

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

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.