The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.

The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.