It Is The Language Of Nature To

Just Slap Something On It When You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Sort Of Imbecility.

I Have A Firm Faith In Art, A Firm Confidence In Its Being A Powerful Stream Which Carries A Man To A Harbor, Though He Himself Must Do His Bit Too.

Sometimes I Long So Much To Do Landscape, Just As One Would Go For A Long Walk To Refresh Oneself, And In All Of Nature, In Trees For Instance, I See Expression And A Soul.

Perhaps Someday Everyone Will Have Neurosis.

But I Always Think That The Best Way To Know God Is To Love Many Things.