“It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.”

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Pure drawing is an abstraction.

It’s not just about looking and copying, it’s about feeling too.

You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

A puny body weakens the soul.

You must think. The eye is not enough; it needs to think as well.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not really possible to help others.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

I advance all of my canvas at one time.

An art which isn’t based on feeling isn’t an art at all.

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

Here, on the river’s verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

Wisdom says we are nothing. Love says we are everything. Between these two our life flows.

The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.

I try not to get analytical in the writing process. I try to just kind of keep the flow from my brain to my hand as far as the pen is concerned and go with the moment and go with my guts.

True inner joy is self-created It does not rely on any outer circumstances A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy. This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.

Go where the energy flows.

Science literacy is the artery through which the solutions of tomorrow’s problems flow.

The milk of kindness flows through my body, I shall follow Jesus to the Taco Bell and give thanks.

Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.