What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

You have every right to a beautiful life.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

Mystics are all a bit funny in the head anyway, " the priest added cynically, "which is why the church locks them all up in mental hospitals and euphemistically calls these institutions monasteries.

One Christmas build-up tradition, however, has totally bypassed me - that of going up to town and 'doing a show.'

Do your best when no one is looking.

Aunt Jane observed, the second time She tumbled off a bus, 'The step is short from the Sublime To the Ridiculous.

The left controls the media, the institutions of higher learning and the government. They preach against business, disparate merit, decry free enterprise and slander capitalism.

The next wave of the Web is going to be user-generated content.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

Many people have asked me why there are three pedals in these grand pianos. Well the pedal in the middle is there to separate the two other pedals.