One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

We are so conceited and so unproud.

When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.

Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed.

My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconsciou s is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.

There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.