Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows.

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today.

There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful.

Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people.

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.