One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.
I will not live without love.
Cobalt is a divine color and there is nothing as fine for putting an atmosphere round things. Carmine is the red of wine and is warm and lively like wine. The same goes for emerald green too. It's false economy to dispense with them, with those colors. Cadmium as well.
The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.
To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?