You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

I believe I would rather have Stieglitz like something - anything I had done - than anyone else I know.

When I found the beautiful white bones in the desert I picked them up and took them home too...I have used these things to say what is to me the wideness and wonder of the world as I live in it.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.

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 have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.