Colors produce a spiritual vibration, the impression they create is important only as a step towards this vibration.

Every work of art is the child of its time, often it is the mother of our emotions.

The observer must learn to look at the picture as a graphic representation of a mood and not as a representation of objects.

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.

The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul.

With cold eyes and indifferent mind the spectators regard the work. Connoissers admire the "skill" (as one admires a tightrope walker), enjoy the "quality of painting" (as one enjoys a pasty). But hungry souls go hungry away. The vulgar herd stroll through the rooms and pronounce the pictures "nice" or "splendid." Those who could speak have said nothing, those who could hear have heard nothing.

The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with bass notes or dark lake with treble.