I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.

The mind, as you age, Is an artist, it seems. Monet paints your mem’ries, Picasso your dreams.

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

Sometimes, to pursue a new idea, the artist must forfeit his deposit on an old idea.

Eventually you realize that not all opposing viewpoints come from people who oppose you.

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.

So often our greatest triumph is a willing surrender.