“There is no such thing as an ugly woman.”

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

What is done in love is done well.

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

The only thing to do is to go one’s own way, to try one’s best, to make the thing live.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

The more I become decomposed, the more sick and fragile I am, the more I become an artist.

If one hasn’t a horse, one is one’s own horse.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter’s soul.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.

Being brave means that knowing when you fail, you won’t fail forever.

I am myself. That is not enough.

A woman has the age she deserves.

When you’re pretttttty sure that if you were a man, you’d be the man.

Women bring the grace of renewal, the embrace of inclusion, and the courage to give of oneself.

She looked just like a painting dying to speak.

If you’re feeling a little low, put on a pair of high heels and stand a little taller! Always works for me!