A tree growing out of the ground is as wonderful today as it ever was. It does not need to adopt new and startling methods.

The fun of living is that we have to make ourselves, after all.

All manifestations of art are but landmarks in the progress of the human spirit toward a thing but as yet sensed and far from being possessed.

There are mighty few people who think what they think they think.

Through art mysterious bonds of understanding and of knowledge are established among men.

You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.

When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.