“I think our minds respond to things beyond this world. Take beauty: it’s a very mysterious thing, isn’t it?”

When you look in your mind you find it covered with a lot of rubbishy thoughts.

Nature is like parting a curtain, you go into it …. as you would cross an empty beach to look at the ocean.

I think everyone sees beauty. Art is a way to respond

There’s nobody living who couldn’t stand all afternoon in front of a waterfall …. Anyone who can sit on a stone in a field awhile can see my painting.

Inspiration is there all the time. For everyone whose mind is not clouded over with thoughts whether they realize it or not.

A definition of art is that it makes concrete our most subtle emotions. I think the highest form of art is music. It’s the most abstract of all art expression.

The artist works by awareness of his own state of mind.

I often paint tranquility. If you stop thinking and rest, then a little happiness comes into your mind. At perfect rest you are comfortable.

One must see the ideal in one’s own mind. It is like a memory – an awareness -of perfection.

They are immeasurable, completely lacking in substance. They are perfect and sublime. This is the subject matter of art.

Withdraws and makes itself up again pulls itself together with pride towers with pride rushes forward into imaginary conquest crashes in frustration withdraws with remorse and repentance pulls itself together with new resolution

I once taught art to adults in a night course. I had a woman who painted her back yard, and she said it was the first time she had ever really looked at it. I think everyone sees beauty. Art is a way to respond

The happiness of every living thing is what we want.

It would be an endless battle if it were all up to ego because it does not destroy and is not destroyed by itself It is like a wave it makes itself up,It rushes forward getting nowhere really it crashes

It’s through discipline and tremendous disappointment and failure that you arrive at what it is you must paint.

I would like my work to be recognized as being in the classical tradition (Coptic, Egyptian, Greek, Chinese), as representing the Ideal in the mind. Classical art cannot possibly be eclectic.

The idea of a future without her wasn’t to be borne. She had by some mysterious metamorphosis become more beautiful than anyone else he had ever encountered.

Acting is a mysterious process.

The more mysterious, the more imperfect; as darkness is, in comparison with light–so is mystery, in comparison with knowledge.

It’s impressive when you’re such a mysterious fictional character that even avid enthusiasts are debating your existence within the mythos.

To imagine that “God moves in mysterious ways” is to put up a smokescreen of mystery behind which fantasy may survive in spite of all the facts.

The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

Two-thirds of it is covered with oceans that are still mysterious places.

Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.