One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

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.

A flower touches everyone's heart.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?

Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.