Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.

Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.