In A Sense I'm Glad That I've

Great Things Do Not Just Happen By Impulse, But As A Succession Of Small Things Linked Together.

When I Have A Terrible Need Of - Shall I Say The Word - Religion. Then I Go Out And Paint The Stars.

Suffice It To Say That Black And White Are Also Colors... For Their Simultaneous Contrast Is As Striking As That Of Green And Red, For Instance.

Ideas For Work Are Coming To Me In Abundance...i'm Going Like A Painting-locomotive.

Poetry Surrounds Us Everywhere, But Putting It On Paper Is, Alas, Not So Easy As Looking At It.