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

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

There is a side of friendship that develops better and stronger by correspondence than contact.... The absence of the flesh in writing perhaps brings souls nearer.

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.

If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good,--or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.

Art being so much greater than ourselves, it will not give up once it has taken hold.

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