“Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.”

I often prefer the shapes within the raw materials to ‘do their thing’, as this makes it movre interesting for me.

There’s an inherent message in my work relating to recycling and the nature of value, but my artistic inspiration is fired by the qualities within the raw materials.

I know that I am mortal and the creature of a day; but when I search out the massed wheeling circles of the stars, my feet no longer touch the earth, but, side by side with Zeus himself, I take my fill of ambrosia, the food of the gods.

As material fortune is associated with the properties of the body, so honor belongs to those of the soul.

Everything that is hard to attain is easily assailed by the generality of men.

There are three classes of friendship and enmity, since men are so disposed to one another either by preference or by need or by pleasure and pain.

It is clearly evident that most events of a widespread nature draw their causes from the enveloping heavens.

Mortal through I be, yea ephemeral, if but a moment I gaze up at the night’s starry domain of heaven, Then no longer on earth I stand; I touch the Creator, And my lively spirit drinketh immortality.

The length of life takes the leading place among inquiries about events following birth.

It’s only through honesty and courage that science can work at all. The Ptolemaic understanding of the solar system was undermined and corrected by the constant pressure of more and more honest reporting.

The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it.

After traveling through fourteen foreign countries and appearing before all the royalty and nobility I have only one wish today. That is that when my eyes are closed in death that they will bury me back in that quiet little farm land where I was born.

She was a restless soul, born with black wings and gypsy heart.

A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.

Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

The typical conditions for the birth of a bull market are here: you have a changed country, you have a deep fall in growth and everybody is perplexed by the rise of stocks.