Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.

I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.

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

Humility is the daughter of truth.

In the range of my character at any given moment, I have acted in the only way it seemed to me I could have acted. This in no way means that I have done what was right; only what was possible for me. Sometimes I have done what I knew was wrong, and have rationalized. But rationalization is a form of desperation. It takes kindness to forgive oneself for one's life.

The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.

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