Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?

I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

The cure for him would be to take a good long look at some potato plants, which have lately had such a deep and distinctive colour and tone, instead of driving himself mad looking at pieces of yellow satin and gold leather.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.