One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

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.

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle.

In trees, I see expression and soul

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!