If you do not conquer self, you will be conquered by self.
You cannot explain me with "isms. " They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.
If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.
Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back on himself. He imposes his own stamp of action, takes responsibility for it, makes it his own.
I don't mind what the critics say, so long as I get some reaction. The worst thing is to be ignored.
Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.
Man, like other organisms, is so perfectly coordinated that he may easily forget, whether awake or asleep, that he is a colony of cells in action, and that it is the cells which achieve, through him, what he has the illusion of accomplishing himself.