To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

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

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

For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

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