In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.

In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.

Wealth and wisdom are seldom combined, for the person who achieves one no longer desires the other.