Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.

You never have a friend all figured out. Just when you think you know what makes them tick, they tock.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.

People ask how I think up my thoughts. Mostly I think them up while reading Paul Simon's lyrics.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.