Let me not fuss and fret at my incompetence but be still and know that Thou art God.

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

Do not try to do extraordinary things but do ordinary things with intensity.

The spirit must be felt so intensely that it has power to call others in passing, for it must pass, not stop in the pictures.

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

Look at the earth crowded with growth, new and old bursting from their strong roots hidden in the silent, live ground, each seed according to its own kind...each one knowing what to do, each one demanding its own rights on the earth. So artist, you too from the depths of your soul...let your roots creep forth, gaining strength.

If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good,--or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.