When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
Art is science made clear.
If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody.
A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.
Be a good listener. Your ears will never get you in trouble.