His letters ... have been like fine cold water when you are terribly thirsty.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

I have painted portraits that to me are almost photographic. I remember hesitating to show the paintings, they looked so real to me. But they have passed into the world as abstractions - no one seeing what they are.

A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.