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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.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory; It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility. Inspired By Certain Pages Of Delacroix, An Artist Like Signac Is Preoccupied With Complementary Colors, And The Theoretical Knowledge Of Them Will Lead Him To Use A Certain Tone In A Certain Place. But I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation.

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

Above All, An Artist Must Never Be Too Easily Satisfied With What He Has Done.

The Arts Have A Development Which Comes Not Only From The Individual But Also From A Whole Acquired Force, The Civilization Which Precedes Us. One Cannot Do Just Anything. A Talented Artist Cannot Do Whatever He Pleases. If He Only Used His Gifts, He Would Not Exist. We Are Not The Masters Of What We Produce. It Is Imposed On Us.