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

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

Humility is the daughter of truth.

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

Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.

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.

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.