All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black. God paints in many colors; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Colors are the smiles of nature.
Blueness doth express trueness.
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.
Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting. Whoever meddles, arranges, injects his human deliberation, his wit, his advocacy, his intellectual agility in any way, is already disturbing and clouding their activity.
The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.
Of all God's gifts to the sighted man, color is holiest, the most divine, the most solemn.
Colors answer feeling in man; shapes answer thought; and motion answers will.
He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.