Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has - extended by the length of an artist's brush.

A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.

You can be sad recalling sad times, but if you really want to be sad, recall happy times.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

Sometimes in tragedy we find our life's purpose - the eye sheds a tear to find its focus.