“The artist should fear to become the slave of detail. He should strive to express his thought and not the surface of it. What avails a storm cloud accurate in form and color if the storm is not therein?”
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
“He couldn’t help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father’s, should it come to pass. He thought that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. This was what he would strive for. To be remembered well. In the hearts of others is where we should strive to make our afterlives, he thought.”
“Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.”
“There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.”
“A love that weathers the storm of strife should be cherished as the most valuable treasure in life.”