Perception is a clash of mind and eye, the eye believing what it sees, the mind seeing what it believes.

As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.

If you keep rephrasing the question, it gradually becomes the answer.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

Alexandros of Antioch took a block of marble and chiseled away from it everything that was not his masterpiece, the Venus de Milo. If you will chisel away one fault from your character every day, you may discover - a) that you're actually a statue of Margaret Thatcher. b) that you're still just a block of marble. c) that there are pigeon droppings on your shoes. d) that you, too, are a hidden masterpiece.