Some songs you get. Some songs you may not. And I think that's the beauty of art: to question and to ask to understand the deeper meaning after two or three or four listenings.

Such discussions help us very little to enjoy what has been well done in art or poetry to discriminate between what is more and what is less excellent in them or to use words like beauty excellence art poetry with a more precise meaning than they would otherwise have.

I tried for a while to be an agricultural worker and was hopelessly bored. To me it was meaningless. I would stand around in heaps of manure and sings about the beauty of the work I wasn't doing.

I believe that history has shape order and meaning that exceptional men as much as economic forces produce change and that passe abstractions like beauty nobility and greatness have a shifting but continuing validity.

Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

To so enter into it in nature and art that the enjoyed meanings of life may become a part of living is the attitude of aesthetic appreciation.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves but in our attitude towards them.

There was a big drive when I was at art school to make you aware of the economy of meaning - after all this was still during the tail end of minimalism. Being responsible for everything you put in your picture and being able to defend it. Keeping everything clear around you so you know what is operating. To open the wound and keep it clean.

The 1990s after the reign of terror of academic vandalism will be a decade of restoration: restoration of meaning value beauty pleasure and emotion to art and restoration of art to its audience.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

In our life there is a single color as on an artist's palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

The strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.

The work of art just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness the rigidity the regularity the luster on every interior and exterior facet of the crystal.

A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene and as if by magic we see a new meaning in it.

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough it loses all of its meaning.

But I feel truly wowed by the architecture and the meaning of the architecture if you get lost in it and think about the man hours in the smallest little chapel and the love involved. God it's fantastic.

To provide meaningful architecture is not to parody history but to articulate it.

Anger elicits anger fear elicits fear no matter how well meaning we may be.

To talk about balance it's easier to talk about what's out of balance. And I think anytime that you have any disease and disease meaning lack of ease lack of flow... dis-ease. So any time there's disease you're out of balance whether it's jealousy anger greed anxiety fear.

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning it satisfies the senses amazingly.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again when alone and out in nature. On such occasions time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But to us anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance alone or together we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.