A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has – extended by the length of an artist’s brush.
On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.
If an artist has talent, he needs no other critic.
It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.
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.
Am I keeping my promises?
We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.
There are things I have wanted so long that I would only consent to have them if I could keep wanting them.
The object of most prayers is to wangle an advance on good intentions.
Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits.
Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.
Most of us don’t need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.
The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective.
If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.
Often what we take for a kindness is just someone acting in their capacity as a human being.
I’m right-handed, whereas the fellow in my mirror is left-handed. I start shaving from the left; he starts from the right. Differences only in perception, but religious wars have been fought over such.
A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless.
There is no tomorrow. There is only a planet turning on its axis, and a creature given to optimistic fancies.
That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.