O Lord! he concluded, forgive all these trespasses. Lead me not into Penn Station.

How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.

Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.

(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.

The dream of man's heart ... is that life may complete in significant pattern.