Art Is An Outsider, A Gypsy Over

Each Man Must Take The Material That He Finds At Hand, See That In It There Are The Big Truths Of Life, The Fundamentally Big Forces, And Then Express In His Art Whatever Is The Cause Of His Pleasure.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

The Man Who Has Honesty, Integrity, The Love Of Inquiry, The Desire To See Beyond, Is Ready To Appreciate Good Art.

A Mountain Seen In The Haze Of Distance Must Nevertheless Look A Solid Heavy Mountain.

There Is Only One Reason For Art In America, And That Is That The People Of America Learn The Means Of Expressing Themselves In Their Own Time, And Their Own Land.