The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

I think best with a pencil in my hand.

I had the feeling . . . that my experience was very different from other people’s. (Are we all under this illusion?)

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

It is the striving after perfection that makes one an artist. It is the sense that one is imperfect, unfulfilled, unfinished. One attempts by a superhuman effort to fill the gap, to leap over it, to finish it in another medium. And one creates a third and separate thing: 'Adventure rarely reaches its predetermined end. Columbus never reached China. But he discovered America.

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.