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

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.

Their [artists'] essential effort is to catapult themselves wholly, without holding back one bit, into a course of action without having any idea where they will end up. They are like riders who gallop into the night, eagerly leaning on their horse's neck, peering into a blinding rain. And they have to do it over and over again.

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

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

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

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.