When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressing creature.

Art after all is but an extension of language to the expression of sensations too subtle for words.

Art is the giving by each man of his evidence to the world. Those who wish to give, love to give, discover the pleasure of giving. Those who give are tremendously strong.

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.

Feel the dignity of a child. Do not feel superior to him, for you are not.

There is only one reason for art in America, and that is that the people of America learn the means of expressing themselves in their own time, and their own land.

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.