The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.

Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties.

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.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

We are known to our friends by a look in our eyes that we never see in a mirror.