The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do notintrude upon each other. The Navajos are not much in the habit of giving or of asking help. Their language is not a communicative one, and they never attempt an interchange of personality in speech. Over their forests there is the same inexorable reserve. Each tree has its exalted power to bear.

Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.