To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

I learned that it is possible for us to create light, sound and order within us no matter what calamity befall us in the outer world.

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.

We can drift along with general opinion and tradition, or we can throw ourselves upon the guidance of the soul within and steer courageously toward truth... We have a choice in every event and every limitation and....to choose is to create.

I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.

The test of a democracy is not the magnificence of buildings or the speed of automobiles or the efficiency of air transportation, but rather the care given to the welfare of all the people.

I feel the flame of eternity in my soul.