Its the not the Destination, It's the journey.

The truth, the hope, of any time must be sought in the minorities. Michael Angelo was the conscience of Italy. We grow free with his name, and find it ornamental now, but in his own day his friends were few.

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.

An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.

Never utter the truism but live it among men.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.