As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers

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

there are dozens and dozens of ways to be a family ... Family tends to happen.

There are times when I feel that he has withdrawn from me, and I have often given him cause, but Easter is always the answer to My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!

There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.

She began to feel the sense of wonderful elation that always came to her when beauty took hold of her and made her forget her fears.

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility for the artist. No matter how unstructured may seem the painter's garret in Paris or the poet's pad in Greenwich Village, the artist must have some kind of order or he will proudce a very small body of work. To create a work of art, great or small, is work, hard work, and work requires discipline and order.