the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.

The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.

There is an appalling amount of mechanical work in the artist's life ... Talent is mysterious, but the qualities that guard, foster, and direct it are not unlike those of a good quartermaster.

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

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

the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.