Life is never stagnation. It is constant movement, un-rhythmic movement, as we as constant change. Things live by moving and gain strength as they go.

As long as I can remember I feel I have had this great creative and spiritual force within me that is greater than faith, greater than ambition, greater than confidence, greater than determination, greater than vision. It is all these combined. My brain becomes magnetized with this dominating force which I hold in my hand.

I treasure the memory of the past misfortunes. It has added more to my bank of fortitude.

Art lives where absolute freedom is, because where it is not, there can be no creativity.

There is no such thing as maturity. There is instead an ever-evolving process of maturing. Because when there is a maturity, there is a conclusion and a cessation. That’s the end. That’s when the coffin is closed. You might be deteriorating physically in the long process of aging, but your personal process of daily discovery is ongoing. You continue to learn more and more about yourself every day.

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

To be honest to oneself, and that is very hard to do.