My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes...

We live by revelations, as Christians, as artists, which means we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget all the questions and we become like the pharisee who listed all his considerable virtues, and thanked God that he was not like other men.

The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.

You've got to accept the fact that you are basically not teaching a subject, you are teaching children

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.