Today the artist has inherited the combined functions of hermit, pilgrim, prophet, priest, shaman, sorcerer, soothsayer, alchemist.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

‎"Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.

The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds

Compassion is the keen awareness of the interdependence of all things.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

People may spend their whole lives climbing the ladder of success only to find, once they reach the top, that the ladder is leaning against the wrong wall.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

It is my belief, that we should not be too sure of having found Christ in ourselves until we have found him also in that part of humanity that is most remote from our own.

I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.

Day-to-day life is as simple as it is routine - though my days are often long and very busy.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

Time is an absurdity. An abstraction. The only thing that matters is this moment.

[The disestablishment of religion] may not have been such a good idea.

I can't think of anything I can't stand the taste of less than brussels sprouts.

I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers. One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.

If all that's going on in your scenes is what's going on in your scenes, think about it a long time.