The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Inspiration more often comes during the work than before it, because the largest part of the job of an artist is to listen to the work.

One cannot be humble and aware of oneself at the same time.

There is nothing we need be afraid to say before the Lord.

All forms of art are consciousness expanders, and I am convinced that they will take us further, and more consciously, than drugs.

... nothing loved is ever lost or perished.