You Can't Be At The Pole And

Normality Is A Paved Road: It’s Comfortable To Walk, But No Flowers Grow On It.

I Hope I Shall Be Able To Make Some Drawings In Which There Is Something Human.

Ah! Portraiture, Portraiture With The Thought, The Soul Of The Model In It, That Is What I Think Must Come.

If One Feels The Need Of Something Grand, Something Infinite, Something That Makes One Feel Aware Of God, One Need Not Go Far To Find It.

There Is A Sun, A Light That For Want Of Another Word I Can Only Call Yellow, Pale Sulphur Yellow, Pale Golden Citron. How Lovely Yellow Is!