For most people, art is only valuable if other people say it is; and artists are only worthwhile if they are either rich and famous, or dead.

So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.

Contentment comes from wanting what we need, not needing what we want.

What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.

The future begins today.

I appreciated art, long before I could produce it.

Modesty isn't always a virtue; it can be a hindrance; a careful measure of personal pride builds confidence and ensures success.