Life Is What You Make It.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday... I Look Back On My Life As A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Feel Satisfied With It. I Made The Best Out Of What Life Offered.

I Don't Advise Any One To Take It [painting] Up As A Business Proposition, Unless They Really Have Talent... But I Will Say That I Have Did Remarkable For One Of My Years, And Experience.

If I Hadn't Started Painting, I Would Have Raised Chickens.

If You Know Somethin' Well, You Can Always Paint It But People Would Be Better Off Buyin' Chickens.