“Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.”

Philosophy can bake no bread; but she can procure for us God, Freedom, Immortality. Which, then, is more practical, Philosophy or Economy?

Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.

Our bodies are molded rivers.

Where are we really going? Always home.

Everywhere we seek the Absolute, and always we find only things.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

The ideal of morality has no more dangerous rival than the ideal of highest strength, of most powerful life. It is the maximum of the savage.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.

Nature is a petrified magic city.

The Bible begins gloriously with Paradise, the symbol of youth, and ends with the everlasting kingdom, with the holy city. The history of every man should be a Bible.

Play is experimenting with chance.

Character is a wish for a perfect education.

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

Nothing is more indispensable to true religiosity than a mediator that links us with divinity.

A complete need should not exist love, life in common with loved ones?

Asceticism is the trifling of an enthusiast with his power, a puerile coquetting with his selfishness or his vanity, in the absence of any sufficiently great object to employ the first or overcome the last.

To paint is not to copy the object slavishly, it is to grasp a harmony among many relationships.

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

I worked with such concentration and focus and I had hundreds of obscure engineering or programming things in my head. I was just real exceptional in that way

I met with Martha and Sharon to see if there are any opportunities in syndication. My vision says her customers and fans are still loyal to her. I don’t think the Martha Stewart brand loyalty has changed.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one’s sensations.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.