People always think they’re going to write a book. They think they’re going to write a book, and then they don’t.

The painter must give a completely accurate account of their experience of looking at the subject.

The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. We live because the land lives.

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.