Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.

Color is only beautiful when it means something.

When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.

The big painter is one who has something to say. He thus does not paint men, landscape or furniture, but an idea.

The fun of living is that we have to make ourselves, after all.

Art is certainly not a pursuit for anyone who wants to make money.

Pretend you are dancing or singing a picture. A worker or painter should enjoy his work, else the observer will not enjoy it.