On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be

Color Is Vibration Like Music; Everything Is Vibration.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

The Dignity Of The Artist Lies In His Duty Of Keeping Awake The Sense Of Wonder In The World. In This Long Vigil He Often Has To Vary His Methods Of Stimulation; But In This Long Vigil He Is Also Himself Striving Against A Continual Tendency To Sleep.

In The Arts, As In Life, Everything Is Possible Provided It Is Based On Love.

What I Mean By 'abstract' Is Something Which Comes To Life Spontaneously Through A Gamut Of Contrasts, Plastic At The Same Time As Psychic, And Pervades Both The Picture And The Eye Of The Spectator With Conceptions Of New And Unfamiliar Elements.