The Wall Around The Window Does Not

Ever Since There Have Been Men, Man Has Given Himself Over To Too Little Joy. That Alone, My Brothers, Is Our Original Sin. I Should Believe Only In A God Who Understood How To Dance.

An Artist Who Wants To Transpose A Composition Onto A Larger Canvas Must Conceive It Over Again In Order To Preserve Its Expression; He Must Alter Its Character And Not Just Fill In The Squares Into Which He Has Divided His Canvas.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance, Of Purity And Serenity Devoid Of Troubling Or Depressing Subject Matter - A Soothing, Calming Influence On The Mind, Rather Like A Good Armchair Which Provides Relaxation From Physical Fatigue.

Expression Is Not A Matter Of Passion Mirrored On The Human Face Or Revealed By A Violent Gesture. When I Paint A Picture, Its Every Detail Is Expressive.

The Chief Function Of Color Should Be To Serve Expression As Well As Possible.