If Art relates itself to an Object, it becomes descriptive, divisionist, literary.

The auditory perception is not sufficient for our knowledge of the world; it does not have vastness.

Art in Nature is rhythmic and has a horror of constraint.

The eye is the most refined of our senses, the one which communicates most directly with our mind, our consciousness.

Our understanding is correlative to our perception.

But what is of great importance to me is observation of the movement of colors.

Impressionism; it is the birth of Light in painting.

On the other hand, the artist has much to do in the realm of color construction, which is so little explored and so obscure, and hardly dates back any farther than to the beginning of Impressionism.

Vision is the true creative rhythm.

Light in Nature creates the movement of colors.

Light comes to us by the sensibility. Without visual sensibility there is no light, no movement.

You are not supposed to be here in this world and not leave something for which you could be called great.

A dreamer rises above their inherent fearfulness that they will always produce inferior work and grants oneself a license to put forth their best effort.

I thought maybe I would become a god, or a goddess, or a president or a Nobel Prize winner.

I took my work seriously, but not as a craft. More as a life.

I just don't want to get caught up in the hype.

I love him Ginny... and in love, there is no fear.

All right - I'll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

I have a theory that evolutionary biologists are more vain than particle physicists.

You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

There is no room for God in a mind that's full of self.