A Word Is Worth One Coin, Silence

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

We Need To Listen To One Another.

I've Begun To Realize That You Can Listen To Silence And Learn From It. It Has A Quality And A Dimension All Its Own.

Art Begins . . . When Someone Interprets, When Someone Sees The World Through His Own Eyes. Art Happens When What Is Seen Becomes Mixed With The Inside Of The Person Who Is Seeing It.

He Taught Them That The Purpose Of A Man Is To Make His Life Holy--every Aspect Of His Life: Eating, Drinking Praying, Sleeping. God Is Everywhere, He Told Them, And If It Seems At Times That He Is Hidden From Us, It Is Only Because We Have Not Yet Learned To Seek Him Correctly.