I look back on my life like a good day's work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.

Life is what you make it.

A primitive artist is an amateur whose work sells.

If you know somethin' well, you can always paint it but people would be better off buyin' chickens.

Even now / I am not old. / I never think of it, and yet / I am a grandmother to eleven grandchildren.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

I would never sit back in a rocking chair, waiting for someone to help me.