There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.
Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!
If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.
With a painter's temperament, all that's needed are the means of expression sufficient to be intelligible to the wide public.
Is art really the priesthood that demands the pure in heart who belong to it wholly?
Pure drawing is an abstraction.