Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

Our responsibility is no longer to acquire, but to BE.

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.