Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

My art is representational by choice....if the art of painting is to survive, it must describe and express people, their lives and times. It must communicate.

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.