The world is made of people who never quite get into the first team and who just miss the prizes at the flower show. You cannot endow even the best machine with initiative. The jolliest steam-roller will not plant flowers. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash, it's bad art.
Youth is like spring, an over- praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.