I Made Myself Into An

Do Not Try To Do Extraordinary Things But Do Ordinary Things With Intensity.

Oh, I Wonder If I Will Ever Feel The Burst Of Birth-joy, That Knowing That The Indescribable, Joyous Thing That Has Wooed And Wond Me Has Passed Through My Life And Produced One Atom Of The Great Reality.

What A Splendid Time Woo Must Have Had.

There Is No Right And Wrong Way To Paint Except Honestly Or Dishonestly. Honestly Is Trying For The Bigger Thing. Dishonestly Is Bluffing And Getting Through A Smattering Of Surface Representation With No Meaning.

My Mountain Is Dead. As Soon As She Has Dried, I'll Bury Her Under A Decent Layer Of White Paint. But I Haven't Done With The Old Lady; Far From It!