We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

He alone may chastise who loves.