The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense.

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.

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.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.