Beauty like truth is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

There are worlds of experience beyond the world of the aggressive man beyond history and beyond science. The moods and qualities of nature and the revelations of great art are equally difficult to define we can grasp them only in the depths of our perceptive spirit.

Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life every hour and minute of every day and you can grasp the source of this paranoia this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.

I grew up looking at my father as to how to behave. In watching him I grasped so many things. His own temperament was of a calm person. He was very composed and I never saw anger in him. To me that was fascinating.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else you are the one who gets burned.

Postmodernism surely requires an even greater grasp of symbolism as it's increasingly an art of gesture alone.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again when alone and out in nature. On such occasions time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

All species capable of grasping this fact manage better in the struggle for existence than those which rely upon their own strength alone: the wolf which hunts in a pack has a greater chance of survival than the lion which hunts alone.

Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer.