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

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

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

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

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.

Art is an aspect of God and there is only one God, but different people see Him in different ways. Though He is always the same He doesn't always look the same.

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