What a splendid time Woo must have had.

I can rise above the humility of my failure with an intense desire to search deeper and a blind faith that some day my sight may pierce through the veils that hide. I know God's face is there if I keep my gaze steady enough.

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.

Art being so much greater than ourselves, it will not give up once it has taken hold.

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.

Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing.

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.