To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.

It is the striving after perfection that makes one an artist. It is the sense that one is imperfect, unfulfilled, unfinished. One attempts by a superhuman effort to fill the gap, to leap over it, to finish it in another medium. And one creates a third and separate thing: 'Adventure rarely reaches its predetermined end. Columbus never reached China. But he discovered America.

It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!

Certain environments, certain modes of life, and certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others. There are, in fact, certain roads that one may follow. Simplification is one of them.

One must lose one's life to find it.