Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed? How can I regain even for a minute the feeling of ample leisure I had during my early, my creative years? Then I seldom felt fussed, or hurried. There was time for work, for play, for love, the confidence that if a task was not done at the appointed time, I easily could fit it into another hour. I used to take leisure for granted, as I did time itself.

We usually meet all of our relatives only at funerals where somebody always observes: "Too bad we can't get together more often".

Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.

International affairs will be placed on a better footing when it is understood that there is no way of punishing a people for the crimes of its rulers.

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

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

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