A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.
Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.
There is no substitute for intuition.
My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.