The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.

Art is not vague production, transitory and isolated, but a power which must be directed to the improvement and refinement of the human soul.

Absolute green is the most restful color, lacking any undertone of joy, grief, or passion. On exhausted men this restfulness has a beneficial effect, but after a time it becomes tedious.

A parallel between color and music can only be relative – just as a violin can give warm shades of tone, so yellow has shades, which can be expressed by various instruments.

Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano, with its many strings.

All methods are sacred if they are internally necessary. All methods are sins if they are not justified by internal necessity.

The sensations of colors on the palette can be spiritual experiences.