I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning but maybe in terms of paint colour I can convey to you my experience of the flower or the experience that makes the flower of significance to me at that particular time.

I do not like the idea of happiness - it is too momentary - I would say that I was always busy and interested in something - interest has more meaning to me than the idea of happiness.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.

That nervous energy that makes people like you and I want and go after everything in the world - bump our heads on all the hard walls and scratch our hands on all the briars - but it makes living great - doesn't it - I'm glad I want everything in the world - good and bad - bitter and sweet - I want it all and a lot of it too

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words.