If I ignore my work, I start having anxiety attacks.
The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
A mystery confounds the problem of industry in art. In the last analysis, to work is simply not enough. But we have to act as if it were, leaving reward aside.
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
artists often lie behind on the field long after the art combine, the broad-bladed harvester of informed criticism, has mowed, bailed, and stored the crop.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
Humility is the daughter of truth.
Everybody thinks their website is above average.
The delicate muses lose their head if their attention is once diverted. Perhaps if you were successful abroad in talking and dealing with men, you would not come back to your bookshelf and your task. When the spirit chooses you for its scribe to publish some commandment, it makes you odious to men and men odious to you, and you shall accept that loathsomeness with joy. The moth must fly to the lamp, and you must solve those questions though you die.
In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.
The impossible exists only until we find a way to make it possible