Color is only beautiful when it means something.

The man who has honesty, integrity, the love of inquiry, the desire to see beyond, is ready to appreciate good art.

There is only one reason for art in America, and that is that the people of America learn the means of expressing themselves in their own time, and their own land.

You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.

To paint is to know how to put nothing on canvas, and have it look like something when you stand back.

Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from the twig. None of these forget the present in looking backward or forward. They are occupied wholly with the fulfillment of their own existence.

Through art mysterious bonds of understanding and of knowledge are established among men.