When the bright angel dominates, out comes a great work of art, a Michelangelo David or a Beethoven symphony.

We can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.

But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?

God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.

If our love for each other really is participatory, then all other human relationships nourish it; it is inclusive, never exclusive.

I can't think of one great human being in the arts, or in history generally, who conformed, who succeeded, as education experts tell us children must succeed, with his peer group.

I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be.