I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.

I've struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.

I have been flooded with color on the inside, drab on the outside.

the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.

the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.