Do You Know That Drawing With Words

The Only Thing To Do Is To Go One's Own Way, To Try One's Best, To Make The Thing Live.

Art Demands Constant Observation.

In A Sense I'm Glad That I've Never Learned How To Paint.

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.

If One Keeps Loving Faithfully What Is Really Worth Loving, And Does Not Waste One's Love On Insignificant And Unworthy And Meaningless Things, One Will Get More Light By And By And Grow Stronger.