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

Humility is the daughter of truth.

Their [artists'] essential effort is to catapult themselves wholly, without holding back one bit, into a course of action without having any idea where they will end up. They are like riders who gallop into the night, eagerly leaning on their horse's neck, peering into a blinding rain. And they have to do it over and over again.

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

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

There is an appalling amount of mechanical work in the artist's life ... Talent is mysterious, but the qualities that guard, foster, and direct it are not unlike those of a good quartermaster.

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