The older you get, the fewer things it seems too late to do.

To accept reality is only to encourage it.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

One learns to ignore criticism by first learning to ignore applause.

I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.

A successful artist is inspired by his muse, and his muse is inspired by the payment of a commission.

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.