Now and then when I get an idea for a picture, I think, how ordinary. Why paint that old rock? Why not go for a walk instead? But then I realise that to someone else it may not seem so ordinary.

I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.

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

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

We'd make love. Afterwards he would take photographs of me. (On modeling for Alfred Stieglitz)

To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.

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