An artist is someone who cannot rest, who can never rest as long as there is one suffering creature in the world.

Experiment is the mother of knowledge.

You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

You cannot take credit for your talents. It is what you do with them that counts.

The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.

the artist is not separate from the work and therefore cannot judge it.