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

Twenty can't be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty gets bored stiff with twenty's eternal love affairs.

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'.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

What a splendid time Woo must have had.

real art is religion, a search for the beauty of God deep in all things.

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.