You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

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.

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

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