Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

Be thoughtful of others and you will not be shy, for they are incompatible addictions.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has - extended by the length of an artist's brush.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.