Sometimes I could quit paint and take to charring. It must be fine to clean perfectly, to shine and polish and know that it could not be done better. In painting that never occurs.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.

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.

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

The biggest part of painting perhaps is faith, and waiting receptively, content to go any way, not planning or forcing. The fear, though, is laziness. It is so easy to drift and finally be tossed up on the beach, derelict.

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

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