You can bear your troubles or shrug them off. They're your shoulders.

The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

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.

You can't postpone sorrow, so why would you postpone happiness?

It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.