In the great artist you see daring bound by discipline and discipline stretched by daring.

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.

A toast once heard: "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first."

The perfect family board game is one that can be played each time with fewer pieces.

You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.

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

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.