Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

The self-esteem one acquires and a well-earned feeling of one’s strength are the only consolation in this world. Income, after all, most brutes have that.

All the masters have those weak points that are called masterpieces; and besides, they do them as crowd pleasers — to prove that they have the know-how.

Is there a recipe for making beauty? The schools give recipes, but they do not beget works that make people exclaim: ” How beautiful that is!

All the joys—animal and human—of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.

…solitude is not to be recommended to everyone, for you have to be strong in order to bear it and act alone.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

I shut my eyes in order to see.