Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.

An airport is a potent place, a point of reunions and departures. For the traveler, it's a crossroads at the moment of decision, a flashpoint that separates intention from retreat.

The poets carry feelings, delivering desires and dispatching dreams. Even if sometimes they need pack some sorrows, distill several disappointments and filter strange nightmares.

At some point, you gotta let go, and sit still, and allow contentment to come to you.

My paintings are certainly nonobjective. They're just horizontal lines. There's not any hint of nature. And still everybody responds, I think.

Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere.

Retirement is the last opportunity for individuals to reinvent themselves, let go of the past, and find peace and happiness within.

I feel like I have a Ph.D. in life, I'm a survivor. I've not only survived, I've thrived.

Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the virus dies, or both die.

I'm tired of leaving my wife at home with no nanny and no cook to take care of four kids by herself.

I romanticized domesticity for a while, and loved having a shopping list of groceries stuck to the fridge for the first time.