What a beautiful art, but what a wretched profession.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life, those the art of living well.
Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love - to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.
Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which they live, but also about the intensely social character of their interior lives. Ultimately, it can propel people toward social emancipation.
The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
Hardly any human being is capable of pursuing two professions or two arts rightly.
The whole art of ecstasy, meditation, samadhi, is: How to become one with the rhythm of the universe. When it exhales, you exhale. When it inhales, you inhale. You live in it, are not separate, are one with it.
I hope to live all my life for my art, without abandoning my principles one iota.
It was my mom and I against the world. We lived in New York in this bohemian lifestyle where an extended group of artists and photographers were like my aunts and uncles.
I live for the present always. I accept this risk. I don't deny the past, but it's a page to turn.
I'd like to introduce someone who has just come into my life. I've admired him for 35 years. He's someone who represents integrity, honesty, art, and on top of that stuff I'm actually sleeping with him.
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.
Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
The way we communicate with others and with ourselves ultimately determines the quality of our lives.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.
People don't live nowadays: they get about ten percent out of life.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.
Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.
Anyone who attempts to generate random numbers by deterministic means is, of course, living in a state of sin.
I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.