Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.

Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as read more

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.

The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.

All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Any fool can paint a picture, but it takes a wise man to be able to sell it.

Any fool can paint a picture, but it takes a wise man to be able to sell it.