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.

It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.

I've been afraid every single day of my life, but I've gone ahead and done it anyway.

Happiness goes like the wind, but what is interesting stays.

Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense. A hill or tree cannot make a good painting just because it is a hill or tree. It is lines and colors put together so that they may say something.

My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.

One can not be an American by going about saying that one is an American. It is necessary to feel America, like America, love America and then work.