I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Let the enemies of life step down.

I have begun in old age to understand...that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others.

...there is no old age of the soul.

Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone.

Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.

The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.