By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.