A man is only as good as what he loves
A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep
Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps
I have begun in old age to understand just how oddly we are all put together. We are so proud of our autonomy that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others. One of the booby traps of freedomâ€”which is bordered on all sides by isolationâ€”is that we think so well of ourselves. I now see that I have helped myself to the best cuts at lifeâ€™s banquet
What is art but a way of seeing?