Travel is like a tonic to me. It's more than just getting away from the studio for a brief rest. I need it to recharge my batteries.

When I go to farms or little towns, I am always surprised at the discontent I find. And New York, too often, has looked across the sea toward Europe. And all of us who turn our eyes away from what we have are missing life.

I'm tired, but proud.

I learned to draw everything except glamorous women. No matter how much I tried to make them look sexy, they always ended up looking silly... or like somebody's mother.

No man with a conscience can just bat out illustrations. He's got to put all his talent and feeling into them!

I work from fatigue to fatigue at my age there's only so much daylight left.

I used to sit in the studio with a copy of the (Saturday Evening) Post laid across my knees ... And then I'd conjure up a picture of myself as a famous illustrator and gloat over it, putting myself in various happy situations, surrounded by admiring females, deferred to by office flunkies at the magazines, wined and dined by the editor.