Color Is All. When Color Is Right,

What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is A Pity He Doesn't Paint.

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.