I know I am unreasonable about people but there are so many wonderful people whom I can't take the time to know.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.

War is killing the individual in it unless he has learned livingness - if he had it he wouldn't be a good soldier.

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.