Everything alive is part of each of us, and many things which do not move as we move are part of us. The sun is part of us, the earth, the sky, the stars, the rivers, and the oceans. All things are part of us, and we have come here to enjoy them and to thank God for them.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace.

We get very little wisdom from success, you know.

Every man is correct in asking God why he is stuck with himself, and his rotten luck.

But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?

The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.