Colors are the smiles of nature.
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
Color is the fruit of life.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment.
Color is a power which directly influences the soul.
Life is about using the whole box of crayons.
Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
Colors speak all languages.
Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.