Composition for me is, externally at least, scarcely distinguishable from catatonia.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.

There is a poignancy in all things clear, In the stare of the deer, in the ring of a hammer in the morning. Seeing a bucket of perfectly lucid water We fall to imagining prodigious honesties.

Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.

Writing is?waiting for the word that may not be there until next Tuesday.

Honor your relationships by developing listening skills.

Practice does not make perfect. Perfect practice makes perfect.

To recognize great talent, we must encourage dreamers.

What happens online is you are constantly dealing with invisible audiences.

When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.

I'm a believer that satellite radio, whether I'm on it or not, will take off.

When a kid plays football before he attends a class, something is wrong.

To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.

When a job is to be done there's no use putting it off.

Who would not rather have the fame of Archimedes than that of his conqueror Marcellus?