“All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.”

Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

Divinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended.

You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.

I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.

There is the music of Heaven in all things.

If one intends to make beer from oats, it is prepared with hops.

Just as a mirror, which reflects all things, is set in its own container, so too the rational soul is placed in the fragile container of the body. In this way, the body is governed in its earthly life by the soul, and the soul contemplates heavenly things through faith.

Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions. With interior yearning, grace and blessing are bestowed. It is a yearning to take on God’s gentle yoke, It is a yearning to give one’s self to God’s Way.

Our souls should be like a transparent crystal through which God can be perceived.

When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

Dare to declare who you are. It is not far from the shores of silence to the boundaries of speech. The path is not long, but the way is deep. You must not only walk there, you must be prepared to leap.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

The out-of-work actor wears out more than shoe leather. The very sensibilities that make him an artist are shattered by the disregard he is shown as a human being.

To invoke solely the weaker arguments and yet triumph is an art worth more than a hundred thousand drachmae.

Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.

Art should never be an answer but a question.

Let each man exercise the art he knows.

I remember growing up, saying you’re an artist it sounds pretentious but now it’s one of the only dignified things that you can call yourself.

I felt like ‘Owl Pharoah,’ not everyone understood who I was as an artist.

To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.