Artists never make wars. They are too busy making life out of the matter of their visions.

The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.

The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are, and if it is good, it is better than your youth.

There is nothing harder to come by than detachment and solitude; and nothing more important.

You mix the affluence of the white and the poverty of the black and you do not get a civilized society. Integration on an equal level is one thing. Mixing on an unequal level is another.

You cannot know what you do not feel.