My father's parents were carpenters. They were also builders partly. They were painters. And several of them were very, active in the theatre and all such nonsense, you know.

I prefer to see with closed eyes.

Good teaching is more a giving of right questions than a giving of right answers.

Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.

Easy-to know that diamonds-are precious, Good-to learn that rubies-have depth, But more-to see that pebbles-are miraculous.

We never really perceive what color really is, as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.

Abstraction is real, probably more real than nature.

Color is like cooking. The cook puts in more or less salt, that's the difference!

In order to use color effectively it is necessary to recognize that color deceives continually.

As we do not see squares in nature, I thought that it is man-made. But I have corrected myself. Because squares exist in salt crystals, our daily salt.

Learn to see and to feel life; that is, cultivate imagination, because there are still marvels in the world, because life is a mystery and always will be. But be aware of it.

Hope is sure and steadfast trust.

There is much that is strange, but nothing that surpasses man in strangeness

The day we mean what we say, even a “good morning” can be transformational!!!

Everyone has a thousand wishes before a tragedy, but just one afterward.

The words are all gone, the time's been too long but it's not too late to say I'm sorry to a friend

The Bible's the greatest book ever written. But I sure don't need anybody I can buy for six bits and a chew of tobacco to explain it to me.

There is no best anything in art.

Science has never sought to ally herself with civil power. She has never subjected anyone to mental torment, physical torment, least of all death, for the purpose of promoting her ideas.

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.