To try to understand the real significance of what the great artists, the serious masters, tell us in their masterpieces, that leads to God; one man wrote or told it in a book; another, in a picture.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to argue that laws written in the 1970s are adequate for today's intelligence challenges.

If civilization is going to survive, business and policy-makers must move on, to find within themselves more developed emotions than fear or greed.

Jazz washes away the dust of every day life.

I never understood alienation. Alienation from what? You have to want to be part of something in order to feel alienated from it.

A dictator's chief problem is keeping the stomachs of his subjects full while keeping their heads empty.

This procedure [selecting the simplest law], however, has no logical justification but only a psychological one.

The possibility of interpersonal communication has increased substantially with contemporary technology. But as compared with the major changes, which were long ago, these are not huge.

The attraction and superiority of California are in its days. It has better days & more of them, than any other country.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.