I grew up in a broken home. My dad was out of the home when I was five years old. I never knew him very well.

The concept that an artist would be revered by popular culture is an immediate dismissal of his relevance as an artist.

I think the art world... is a very small pond, and it's a very inbred pond. They rely on information from an elect elite sect of galleries, primarily in New York.

Balance, peace, and joy are the fruit of a successful life. It starts with recognizing your talents and finding ways to serve others by using them.

Beauty is found in anything that delights the senses, nourishes the soul, fires the imagination.

The power of prayer is like turning on a light as it illuminates God's purpose for our lives. There is no greater connection to knowing His will other than the word.

The flow of blessings in our life is directly related to our passing blessings along to someone else.

When we learn to say a deep, passionate yes to the things that really matter, then peace begins to settle onto our lives like golden sunlight sifting to a forest floor.

I believe a radiant, light-filled tomorrow should be normal to the experience of living.

Every conversation, every cuddle, aver kiss and caress, even every disagreement, adds another brushstroke to the picture of home you paint with the days and hours of your life.

Balance, peace, and joy are the fruit of a successful life.

Humour, like any life skill, is learnable. If others can learn it, so can you.

I never stopped loving her, " he said. "I couldn’t let her go. Once the past gets you in its clutches, well, you’ve got to want to fight to be released. I never did. That was my mistake.

The secret of good cooking is, first, having a love of it… If you’re convinced that cooking is drudgery, you’re never going to be good at it, and you might as well warm up something frozen.

A vigorous mind shut out from outer stimuli finds in this circumstance the time to develop leisurely, finds a freedom from distraction that leads to clear views of life and a proper expression.

There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.

I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.

Authority exercised with humility, and obedience accepted with delight are the very lines along which our spirits live.

My past is not pleasant; I grew up in a very tough town, Waterbury, Connecticut. I grew up in New York, too, but Waterbury was tougher.

I do admit to being slightly in love with Christopher Walken.

When you dishonor the the utter glory and majesty of black people, you lie. Your heart lies to you and you let it