// One day an artist was going on at length about all he did to purify and perfect his colors. M. Chardin, annoyed at hearing such talk from a man whom he knew to be no more than a cold and careful technician, said to him; "But who told you that painting was done with color?" "What is it done with, then?" the other artist asked in surprise. "Colors are employed," said M. Chardin, "but painting is done with emotions." //
[ Cochin, Charles-Nicolai, Essay on the Life of M. Chardin ]