The artist must be blind to distinction between 'recognized' or 'unrecognized' conventions of form, deaf to the transitory teaching and demands of his particular age.

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

Everything starts from a dot.

Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions. It follows that each period of culture produces an art of its own which can never be repeated.

The eyes are hammers.

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

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