They are a family of cows—so humble and honest.

The most ironic thing in the world is having no say when your name is determined for the first time (which is also for the last time for most), because newborns are not necessarily known for speaking their minds.

The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

We are all born artists. The nature generally doesn’t discriminate among newborns with respect to art. Yet most of us try very hard as we grow, without knowing, to stop being artists.

Easy accessibility gradually tapers engrossment.

Availability of knowledge is only next to prevalence of stupidity in its overwhelming abundance.