Perspective is the rein and rudder of painting.

Learning never exhausts the mind.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect

Being willing is not enough. We must do.

Learning is the only thing the mind never exhausts, never fears, and never regrets.

There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see.

Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works.

Whatever you do in life, if you want to be creative and intelligent, and develop your brain, you must do everything with the awareness that everything, in some way, connects to everything else.

When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.

For the wakeful one whose mind is quiet, whose thoughts are undisturbed, who has relinquished judgement and blame, there is no fear.

Fur pillows are hard to actually sleep on.

The characters [of The Tempest] have always been favorites of mine. It is one of his meditations on art - what it does.

The court was not previously aware of the prisoner's many accomplishments. In view of these, we see fit to impose the death penalty.

As a woman, I find it very embarrassing to be in a meeting and realize I'm the only one in the room with balls.

Going to a junkyard is a sobering experience. There you can see the ultimate destination of almost everything we desired.

Let us thank God for life and the blessings He's put before us. High among them are our families, our freedom, and the opportunities of a new year.

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

If it was Europe that gave us on the coast some idea of our history, it was Europe, I feel, that also introduced us to the lie.

Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead?