The human mind is not, as philosophers would have you think, a debating hall, but a picture gallery.

How much harder it is to bear one's splendor than one's miseries!

Isnt it the very last thing we feel grateful for - having happened? You needn't have happened. But you did happen.

Here is just emptiness. There is no getting my ego out of the way, and all that stuff. There is just the seeing, shining in great brilliance and clarity.

We are all more or less ill till we find -Self-enquiry our Oneness with everyone else.

Profound things are simple. If it is not simple, it cannot be true. But simple things are difficult.

Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.

The task of defending capitalism was still important to leave to the capitalists.

I'm impressed by the way some illustrators develop their images on computers, but it's too late for me to start, and I'm still in love with paper and paint and pencils.

I think even when homeowners love their room, it's still a shock, because you left your house, went to sleep, came home and your room was dramatically and drastically different.

Naturally, I'm misanthropic. But the Negronis are helping considerably.

People never cease to amaze us.

A man notices a womans figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.

When you love there is no 'I', so you cannot say 'I love you', only love is.

Outside is the world; it's there. Pop Art looks out into the world.

After the phone call from The New Yorker, I walked more than a mile to church to thank God. But then I told God I would talk to Him another time and darted home.