Women must be very gentle with men as they, as well as women, seek to regain the lost wholeness for which they were destined.

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...

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled.

Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.

Artists of all disciplines must be willing to go into the dark, let go control, be surprised.

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.

We think because we have words, not the other way around. The more words we have, the better able we are to think conceptually.