The true artist regards his work as a means of talking with men [and women], of saying his say to himself and to others. It is not a question of pay.

If a certain activity, such as painting, becomes the habitual mode of expression, it may follow that taking up the painting materials and beginning work with them will act suggestively and so presently evoke a flight into the higher state.

Art appreciation, like love, cannot be done by proxy.

In a tree there is a spirit of life, a spirit of growth and a spirit of holding its head up.

It is harder to see than it is to express. The whole value of art rests in the artist's ability to see well into what is before him.

The object, which is back of every true work of art, is the attainment of a state of being, a state of high functioning, a more than ordinary moment of existence. In such moments activity is inevitable, and whether this activity is with brush, pen, chisel, or tongue, its result is but a by-product of the state, a trace, the footprint of the state.

Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.