You can think of a painter as a trio - the artist, his talent and his muse, the last two always on the lookout for a new brush man.

If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.

The trouble with 'a place for everything and everything in its place' is that there's always more everything than places.

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

An aphorism is a single sentence that totally exhausts its subject.