I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.

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

Bement was a very good teacher but he was a very poor painter. I guess he wasn't a painter at all. He had no courage and I believe that to create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage.

I get out my work and have a show for myself before I have it publicly. I make up my own mind about it-how good or bad or indifferent it is. After that, the critics can write what they please. I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

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.

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