Repeated similar experiments with adjacent colors will show that any ground subtracts its own hue from colors which it carries and therefore influences.

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.

Raising your children to love and serve Jesus is fulfilling one of God’s highest callings upon your life.

Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.

I will never be a fan of any kind of political correctness: I think it's instant death to creativity.

I don't watch that much comedy. I think it's professional jealousy. That and a lack of support for my community.

If you want to know what you were conditioned to believe as a child, look at how you treat yourself now.

For a woman, all resurrection, all salvation, from whatever perdition, lies in love; in fact, it is her only way to it.

My mother gave lots of good advice and had a lot to say. As you get older, you realize everything she said was true.

Get out of your house in the middle of a rainstorm, get soaked in it, and then strip down-to nothing but a smile.

The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.

But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick further in.