Whistler, ' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

I like a girl with a substantial bottom, ' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.

Apologies, one loses perspective after spending a week in a brothel.

But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age.""I thought you liked redheads.""I do. What's your point?

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

This is my truth, tell me yours.

Any kind of love that lacks the iron of the Cross in it, is anemic love.

We teach ourselves; Zen merely points the way.

I do not propose to be buried until I am dead.

Life is about Jesus. We are not here to tell our story, but His.

The greatest responsibility is your children. If my children turned out badly, I'd feel that nothing I had done was worthwhile.

I shall live this day as if it is my last. And if it is not, I shall fall to my knees and give thanks.

In the usual course of study I had come to a book of a certain Cicero.

After two and a half engagements, of course I want to get married and have babies, so I am going to freeze my eggs.