I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

You have to write the book that wants to be written.

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

I am encouraged as I look at some of those who have listened to their "different drum": Einstein was hopeless at school math and commented wryly on his inadequacy in human relations. Winston Churchill was an abysmal failure in his early school years. Byron, that revolutionary student, had to compensate for a club foot; Demosthenes for a stutter; and Homer was blind. Socrates couldn't manage his wife, and infuriated his countrymen. And what about Jesus, if we need an ultimate example of failure with one's peers? Or an ultimate example of love?

Like and equal are two entirely different things.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers.

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.