There seemed to be endless obstacles-it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line.

It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.

I now see my life, not as a slow shaping of achievment to fit my preconceived purposes, but as the gradual discovery of a purpose which I did not know.

There seemed to be endless obstacles preventing me from living with my eyes open, but as I gradually followed up clue after clue it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

I began to have an idea of my life not as the slow shaping of achievement to fit my preconceived purposes but as the gradual discovery and growth of a purpose which I did not know.

Sometimes I found that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

There seemed to be endless obstacles ... it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

It is weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.

Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.

Thankfulness opens the door and ushers in peace and joy like a blessed breeze on a hot and humid Louisiana summer day.

I grew up hunting and fishing. I've always been into archery. I've always been into cars... In my family, that was just stuff we did. That's just the way it was.

Acknowledging mistakes and learning from them are the first steps.

When you want to do something creative and you want to do something new, you have to start with the thing that's making you want to jump up out of bed in the morning.

I love hotels for their solitude and comfort, but I believe a seedy one can have as much promise as a plush one.

I try to bring the audience's own drama - tears and laughter they know about - to them.

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.

Theories of art carry the seeds of their own destruction.