To paint is to love again, and to love is to live life to the fullest.

Part of the act of creating is in discovering your own kind. They are everywhere. But don't look for them in the wrong places.

What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.

If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.

either you take in believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird.