Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself. – Henry Miller
The prisoner is not the one who has committed a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over. – Henry Miller
Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature. – Henry Miller
Instead of asking How much damage will the work in question bring about? why not ask How much good? How much joy? – Henry Miller
The unicorn stands alone, still as frost. It keeps watch down the corridors of time. The past and the future meet in the presence of the unicorn; the darkness and light become one. Patient as a candle flame, inviolate, here is our guardian, keeper of the silent unknown. – Josephine Bradley, c.1980