Life is what we make it always has been always will be.

I look back on my life like a good day's work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.

I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.

Even now / I am not old. / I never think of it, and yet / I am a grandmother to eleven grandchildren.

I'll get an inspiration and start painting; then I'll forget everything, everything except how things used to be and how to paint it so people will know how we used to live.

I like to paint something that leads me on and on into the unknown, something that I want to see away on beyond.

People should take time to be happy.

I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people.

Life is what you make it.

Memory is a painter. Paintin's not important. The important thing is keepin' busy.

I don't advise any one to take it [painting] up as a business proposition, unless they really have talent... But I will say that I have did remarkable for one of my years, and experience.

The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

When your dreams are clearer and stronger than your sleep, night becomes a mere extension of day

The flip side of the coin of which Good and Evil are but one side.

Librarians have always been among the most thoughtful and helpful people. They are teachers without a classroom. No libraries, no progress.

Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes, and the first that dies.

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

We can experience joy in adverse circumstances by holding God's benefits in such esteem that the recognition of them and meditation upon them shall overcome all sorrow.

Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.

There’s danger in thinking joy is a matter of location. If we can’t find joy where we are, we probably won’t find it anywhere.

I'm not a reactionary.