[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.

Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

It makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.

I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.

A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.

I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?

When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.