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.

There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

The foolish square calves pretend to be frightened of our train. Bluffers! Haven't they seen it every day since they were born? It's just an excuse to shake the joy out of their heels.

What a splendid time Woo must have had.

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

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.

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.