You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.

Finished persons are very common - people who are closed up, quite satisfied that there is little more to learn

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.

Paint the flying spirit of the bird rather than its feathers.

The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.

A weak background is a deadly thing.

Get the few main lines and see what lines they call out.