In the range of my character at any given moment, I have acted in the only way it seemed to me I could have acted. This in no way means that I have done what was right; only what was possible for me. Sometimes I have done what I knew was wrong, and have rationalized. But rationalization is a form of desperation. It takes kindness to forgive oneself for one's life.

I have been flooded with color on the inside, drab on the outside.

It is ultimately character that underwrites art.

Humility is the daughter of truth.

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

I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.

I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.