One Gets Into A State

The Arts Have A Development Which Comes Not Only From The Individual But Also From A Whole Acquired Force, The Civilization Which Precedes Us. One Cannot Do Just Anything. A Talented Artist Cannot Do Whatever He Pleases. If He Only Used His Gifts, He Would Not Exist. We Are Not The Masters Of What We Produce. It Is Imposed On Us.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

The Chief Function Of Color Should Be To Serve Expression As Well As Possible.

Exactitude Is Not Truth. [fr., L'exactitude N'est Pas La Verite.]

...for Whether We Want To Or Not, We Belong To Our Time And We Share In Its Opinions, Its Feelings, Even Its Delusions.