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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.