artists often lie behind on the field long after the art combine, the broad-bladed harvester of informed criticism, has mowed, bailed, and stored the crop.

January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.

I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.

It is ultimately character that underwrites art.

The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.

I've struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.

Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.