The good life is one that's artistically made.

I've been in a multimedia extravaganza for 50 years and it's gone by so quickly that it's unimaginable. And it's also a major part of my life that has gone by.

My wife and my three kids and my grandchildren are my life, but my horses and my dogs are everything else.

A true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the seasons, the heavens, the stars, the winds, and everything proper to the craft if he is really to rule a ship.

I'm not out to convince anybody of anything.

Here's something pompous - you take your day and artistically create it, so every moment has an artistic flavor.

What have I done? I've blundered my way through life. So I have my picture on the wall. The minute I die, that picture will start to yellow and fade and eventually be gone. Blown in the wind and become part of the molecular structure of something else. These things we see as "success," they're non-accomplishments.