The True Traveler Never Arrives.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

The Fascinating Thing, Is Not To Show The Source Of Light, But The Effect Of Light.

There Are Some Women Who Should Barely Be Spoken To; They Should Only Be Caressed.

Make A Drawing. Start It All Over Again, Trace It. Start It And Trace It Again.

It Requires Courage To Make A Frontal Attack On Nature Through The Broad Planes And The Large Lines And It Is Cowardly To Do It By The Facets And Details. It Is A Battle.