In this twentieth century, to stop rushing around, to sit quietly on the grass, to switch off the world and come back to the earth, to allow the eye to see a willow, a bush, a cloud, a leaf, is an unforgettable experience.

What is spiritual experience? A snowflake melting, a bee sucking honey, a fat man at a traffic light. Trivia.

Art is neither a profession nor a hobby. Art is a way of being.

We do a lot of looking: we look through lenses, telescopes, television tubes... Our looking is perfected every day, but we see less and less.

Merely looking at the world around us is immensely different from seeing it.

The eye awakened is the eye in love.

For you can look at things while talking or with a radio going full blast, but you can see only when the chatter stops.