The concentration of a small child at play is analogous to the concentration of the artist of any discipline. In real play, which is real concentration, the child is not only outside time, he is outside himself.

You don’t know the meaning of moderation, do you, my darling? A happy medium is something I wonder if you’ll ever learn.

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

Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.

poets are born knowing the language of angels

If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.