I'll Never Have Enough Time To Paint

If The Public Dislikes One Of My Post Covers, I Can't Help Disliking It Myself.

Eisenhower Had About The Most Expressive Face I Ever Painted, I Guess. Just Like An Actor's. Very Mobile. When He Talked, He Used All The Facial Muscles. And He Had A Great, Wide Mouth That I Liked. When He Smiled, It Was Just Like The Sun Came Out.

I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

I Can Take A Lot Of Pats On The Back. I Love It When I Get Admiring Letters From People. And, Of Course, I'd Love It If The Critics Would Notice Me, Too.