Memory is a painter. Paintin's not important. The important thing is keepin' busy.

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.

If I hadn't started painting, I would have raised chickens.

People should take time to be happy.

I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.

I have written my life in small sketches, a little today, a little yesterday, as I have thought of it, as I remember all the things from childhood on through the years, good ones and unpleasant ones, that is how they come out and that is how we have to take them.

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