There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.

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

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

What is certainty but the refuge of those whose faith is not strong enough to entertain doubt.

Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken.

The painter needs all the talent of the poet, plus hand-eye coordination.

It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.