The sketch hunter moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook.

What we need is more sense of the wonder of life and less of this business of making a picture.

There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom.

Perhaps whatever there is in my work that may be really interesting to others and surely what is interesting to me, is the result of a sometimes successful effort to free myself from any idea that what I produce must be art.

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

There are mighty few people who think what they think they think.

Art when really understood is the province of every human being. It is simply a question of doing things, anything, well. It is not an outside, extra thing.