Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

The artist's job? To be a miracle worker: make the blind see, the dull feel, the dead to live.

There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.

I wouldn't trade a good horse for the best Rolls-Royce ever made -- unless I could trade the Rolls for two good horses.

When the situation is desperate, it is too late to be serious. Be playful.

Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure.

Anarchism? You bet your sweet betsy. The only cure for the ills of democracy is more democracy. Much more.