The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

The human heart is the same the world over.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

Wealth and want equally harden the human heart.

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.