There are not more than five primary colors (blue, yellow, red, white, and black), yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

There's all different colors and shapes ---- something for everyone.

Satire must not be a kind of superfluous ill will, but ill will from a higher point of view. Ridiculous man, divine God. Or else, hatred against the bogged-down vileness of average man as against the possible heights that humanity might attain.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.