All outward success, when it has value, is but the inevitable result of an inward success of full living, full play and enjoyment of one's faculties.

Genius is not a possession of the limited few, but exists in some degree in everyone. Where there is natural growth, a full and free play of faculties, genius will manifest itself.

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

You will never draw the sense of a thing unless you are feeling it at the time you work.

Those who cannot begin do not finish.

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.

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