Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

You are one of my nicest thoughts.

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

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

Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.

On the way I stood a moment looking out across the marshes with tall cattails, a patch of water, more marsh, then the woods with a few birch trees shining white at the edge on beyond. In the darkness it all looked just like I felt. Wet and swampy and gloomy, very gloomy. In the morning I painted it. My memory of it is that it was probably my best painting that summer.