One fine day (but all days are fine!) as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, "Mama . . . I want to be a painter.""

I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.

"In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love."

Great art picks up where nature ends.

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.