All Our Interior World Is Reality, And

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

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.

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.