Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.

I have lived among enough painters and around studios to have had all the theories - and how contradictory they are - rammed down my throat. A man has to have a gizzard like an ostrich to digest all the brass-tacks and wire nails of modern art theories.

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.

America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking little wills, everybody trying to put it over everybody else, and a land of men absolutely devoid of the real courage of trust, trust in life's sacred spontaneity. They can't trust life until they can control it.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.