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.

A flower touches everyone's heart.

The days you work are the best days.

Since I cannot sing, I paint.

I have lived on a razors edge. So what if you fall off. I'd rather be doing something I wanted to do. I'd walk it again.

To make your unknown known - that's the important thing.

I believe an artist is the last person in the world who can afford to be affected.