Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.
I have no home but me.
Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.
the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.
the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.
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.