you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

A great painting or symphony or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we, too, want to make our own cry of affirmation to the power of Creation behind the Universe.

I wish that we worried more about asking the right questions instead of being so hung up on finding answers.

A long-term marriage has to move beyond chemistry to compatibility, to friendship, to companionship. It is certainly not that passion disappears, but that it is conjoined with other ways of love.

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.

When we can play with the unself-conscious concentration of a child, this is: art: prayer: love.

A good laugh heals a lot of hurts.