The meaning of life is to see.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way.

Mauve takes offense at my having said, "I am an artist" - which I do not take back, because that word included, of course, the meaning: always seeking without absolutely finding.  As far as I know, that word means: "I am seeking, I am striving, I am in with all my heart."

We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face. . . . We must do that which we think we cannot.

Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."