Though the barriers of life seem formidable, we find when we challenge them that they have no will.

The ultimate folly is to think that something crucial to your welfare is being taken care of for you.

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.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

Blogs seem to have two magnetic poles, one attracting friends, the other repulsing relatives.

You don't want to get to the end of life's journey and discover you never left the interstate.

Once you become the mommy or daddy in your child's world, it is the only world in which you exist, no matter how much you fancy there is a separate world of your own.