Contrary to popular belief, all evolving artists are in a full time battle with mediocrity.

Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.

The problem with University degrees, particularly the more spectacular ones, is that people who possess them can fall into the trap of thinking people who don't have them don't know anything.

The centipede has rhythm and flow in its hundred legs precisely because it does not have to think about it. Consider this the next time you move the instruments of your art.

The job of art is to turn time into things.

A drawing a day keeps the cobwebs away.

One of the ways to learn is to know when you're making failures.

The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.

Keep busy while you are waiting for something to happen.

Art is a form of love. Art is the ultimate gift. Art heals life.

The only bad studio is the unused one.

Cosmopolitan theology is a theology for _the impossible_.

She went out socially with him, but without enthusiasm, devoured already by that eternal inertia which comes to live with each of us one day and stays with us to the end.

A good poet is someone who manages in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms to be struck by lightning five or six times.

Why shouldn't a car key look like a car?

Now, occasionally I will still have that quarter pounder because I love fast food, but you have to keep it to a minimum.

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?

Poetry is about as much a 'criticism of life' as red-hot iron is a criticism of fire.

Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill.

To consider this desirable would be to delight in the slaughter of men; and he who delights in the slaughter of men cannot get his will in the kingdom.

The luxurious ache of tired but not weary limbs.