I wonder why we are always sort of ashamed of our best parts and try to hide them. We don't mind ridicule of our 'sillinesses' but of our 'sobers'.

What a splendid time Woo must have had.

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

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

I am always watching for fear of getting feeble and passé in my work. I don't want to trickle out. I want to pour till the pail is empty, the last bit going out in a gush, not in drops.

Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.

Go out there into the glory of the woods. See God in every particle of them expressing glory and strength and power, tenderness and protection. Know that they are God expressing God made manifest.