When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.

the artist is not separate from the work and therefore cannot judge it.

The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

You learn to write by doing it.

I am encouraged as I look at some of those who have listened to their "different drum": Einstein was hopeless at school math and commented wryly on his inadequacy in human relations. Winston Churchill was an abysmal failure in his early school years. Byron, that revolutionary student, had to compensate for a club foot; Demosthenes for a stutter; and Homer was blind. Socrates couldn't manage his wife, and infuriated his countrymen. And what about Jesus, if we need an ultimate example of failure with one's peers? Or an ultimate example of love?

Sometimes when we aren't looking, the holiness comes breaking through like a rainbow.

Because to take away a man's freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.