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

Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

To be happy, you must fancy that everything you have is a gift, and you the chosen, though you worked your tail off for every bit of it.

Try to discover, The road to success, And you'll seek, But never find, But blaze your own path, And the road to success, Will trail right behind.

To the artist, the Book of Genesis is an account of six days in which God suggested some really good ideas.