Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?
Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.
All the joys—animal and human—of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.
The self-esteem one acquires and a well-earned feeling of one’s strength are the only consolation in this world. Income, after all, most brutes have that.
Is there a recipe for making beauty? The schools give recipes, but they do not beget works that make people exclaim: ” How beautiful that is!
…solitude is not to be recommended to everyone, for you have to be strong in order to bear it and act alone.
Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!
It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object beware of this stumbling block.
The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art’s audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.
In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.