My sisters and I were fortunate to travel through Asia and Europe at very young ages. We confronted extraordinary beauty in Athens and unspeakable poverty in India.

Beauty is the oracle that speaks to us all.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.

When I speak of the beauty of a game of chess then naturally this is subjective. Beauty can be found in a very technical mathematical game for example. That is the beauty of clarity.

The New York City Ballet is obviously speaking to a whole new generation and bringing it the same wonder and beauty that it brought previous generations.

Grace is in garments in movements in manners beauty in the nude and in forms. This is true of bodies but when we speak of feelings beauty is in their spirituality and grace in their moderation.

The attitude of independence toward a constructed language which all national speakers must adopt is really a great advantage because it tends to make man see himself as the master of language instead of its obedient servant.

In my world history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought who won them and who lost them - unless there is a painting a play a song or a poem that speaks of the event.

It is the glory and good of Art That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth to mouths like mine at least.

The downfall of the industry seems to actually be good for art. I think the industry will find their way once the focus shifts from its greed-based origins downsizes and begins to support creative visions that speak to our times and shifting ideals.