No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art...our world would have remained a jungle.

You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.

From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.

It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember - I need not recall - that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.

I never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it.

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

Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.