The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

Beyond our most stubborn misperception lies often our fondest dream.

There is always, in the fine arts, a physical interface between the artist's esthetic vision and the material result he seeks. The interface may be the application of brush to canvas, chisel to marble, bow to string... It may be the control of voice in song or the control of body in dance. It is the mastery of the interface that comprises the artistry; it is what constitutes the 'art' in fine art.

Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.

If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.

Where hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith.