For Art Is Order, But It Is

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

When We Admit Our Vulnerability, We Include Others. If We Deny It, We Shut Them Out.

More Than Any Other Beauty (though It Is True Of All Beauty Except In Art) Passion Seems To Me To Have The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction In It.

The Trouble Is, Old Age Is Not Interesting Until One Gets There. It's A Foreign Country With An Unknown Language To The Young And Even To The Middle-aged.

How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!