The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.

The shadows are deepening all around us. Now is the time when we must begin to see our world and ourselves in a different way.

you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

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

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