When I think of death, I only regret that I will not be able to see this beautiful country anymore unless the Indians are right and my spirit will walk here after I'm gone.

If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?

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

One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

I don't know what Art is but I know some things it isn't when I see them.

I have a single track mind. I work on an idea for a long time. It's like getting acquainted with a person, and I don't get acquainted easily.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on the horizon line or just over the next hill.