What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that, too. And even if wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.

How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

I want you to adore the Universe, to be easily delighted, but to be prompt as well with impatience with those artists who offend your own deep notions of what the Universe is or should be. ‘This above all ...’

I think, therefore I am, therefore I am photographable.

The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow.