The artist is not a 'Sunday child' for whom everything immediately succeeds. He does not have the right to live without duty. The task that is assigned to him is painful, it is a heavy cross for him to bear.

The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.

The arts are encroaching one upon another, and from a proper use of this encroachment will rise the art that is truly monumental.

Each period of a civilisation creates an art that is specific in it and which we will never see reborn. To try and revive the principles of art of past centuries can lead only to the production of stillborn works.

The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.

In general, therefore, color is a means of exerting a direct influence upon the soul. Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano with its many strings. The artist is the hand that purposefully sets the soul vibrating by means of this or that key.

Color cannot stand alone.