Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.

Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul.

Art is art, nature is nature, you cannot improve upon it.... Pictures should be inspired by nature, but made in the soul of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts.

The artist himself may not think he is religious, but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth... they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.