To my mind the old masters are not art; their value is in their scarcity.

Leave to the masters of art trained by a lifetime of devotion the wonderful process of picture-building and picture creation. Go out into the sunlight and be happy with what you see.

Often in the casual remarks of great men one learns their true mind in an intimate way.

All experiences are preceded by mind, having mind as their master, created by mind.

The tough mind is sharp and penetrating, breaking through the crust of legends and myths and sifting the true from the false.

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.