I'm The Oldest Antique In Town.

If There Was Sadness In This Creative World Of Mine, It Was A Pleasant Sadness. If There Were Problems, They Were Humorous Problems.

If A Picture Wasn't Going Very Well I'd Put A Puppy Dog In It, Always A Mongrel, You Know, Never One Of The Full Bred Puppies. And Then I'd Put A Bandage On Its Foot... I Liked It When I Did It, But Now I'm Sick Of It.

I'll Never Have Enough Time To Paint All The Pictures I'd Like To.

When I Go To Farms Or Little Towns, I Am Always Surprised At The Discontent I Find. And New York, Too Often, Has Looked Across The Sea Toward Europe. And All Of Us Who Turn Our Eyes Away From What We Have Are Missing Life.

I Used To Sit In The Studio With A Copy Of The (saturday Evening) Post Laid Across My Knees ... And Then I'd Conjure Up A Picture Of Myself As A Famous Illustrator And Gloat Over It, Putting Myself In Various Happy Situations, Surrounded By Admiring Females, Deferred To By Office Flunkies At The Magazines, Wined And Dined By The Editor.