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.

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.

If you know somethin' well, you can always paint it but people would be better off buyin' chickens.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

Sometimes the way to personal freedom seems scary - Take the first step to begin the release of doubt and fear. Each new step builds confidence. Breathe. Don't look back.

When times get tough, and you are feeling isolated, remember that you are not alone.

I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.

don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I did find out about the koalas and how eucalyptus makes them high and why they sleep all day. They're little druggies.

The prisoner grows to love his chains.

When did it become the law of the land that the Supreme Court has the final say on anything? They cannot have the final say on anything. The American people have the final say on anything.