“You can’t teach people anything. You can only draw out.”

Do what you can, with what you have and do it now!

Our creator is the same and never changes despite the names given Him by people here and in all parts of the world. Even if we gave Him no name at all, He would still be there, within us, waiting to give us good on this earth.

Start where you are, with what you have. Make something of it and never be satisfied.

Let us rejoice at the many unexplored fields in which there is unlimited fame and fortune to the successful explorer.

Learn to do common things uncommonly well; we must always keep in mind that anything that helps fill the dinner pail is valuable.

I know that my Redeemer lives. Thank God I love humanity, complexion doesn’t interest me one single a bit.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

No individual has any right to come into the world and go out of it without leaving behind him distinct and legitimate reasons for having passed through it.

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

Education is understanding relationships.

Most people search high and wide for the key to success. If they only knew, the key to their dreams lies within.

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

Learn to do the common things uncommonly well.

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.

Without my Savior, I am nothing.

The very act of drawing an object, however badly, swiftly takes the drawer from a woolly sense of what the object looks like to a precise awareness of its component parts and particularities.

Our capacity to draw happiness from aesthetic objects or material goods in fact seems critically dependent on our first satisfying a more important range of emotional or psychological needs, among them the need for understanding, for love, expression and respect.

Literature deeply stands opposed to the dominant value system-the one that rewards money and power. Writers are on the other side-they make us sympathetic to ideas and feelings that are of deep importance but can’t afford airtime in a commercialized, status-consciou s, and cynical world.

The activities of drawing, eating and drinking, all involve assimilations by the self of desirable elements from the world, a transfer of goodness from without to within.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Almost every cartoonist, when he’s sitting down to draw a funny face.

Iwas a sculptor.Butthat’sreallydrawinga drawing you fall over in the dark, a three-dimensional drawing.

You always feel the drawing you are working on is the best you’ve ever done… I am only interested in the present.