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.

There is no right and wrong way to paint except honestly or dishonestly. Honestly is trying for the bigger thing. Dishonestly is bluffing and getting through a smattering of surface representation with no meaning.

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.

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

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.

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.