I paint the fog - I think of its fresh moistness - its stillness - its mystery.

I paint a tree - I think of how the roots go deep, deep into the earth. How the tree grows year by year toward the sky. How it stands with the winds.

I paint the ocean - I think of its vastness - its power - its wetness.

I am the thing that I am painting at the time of painting.

I paint a mountain - I think of its age - the strata formations or what grows on the mountain.

Prayer releases your problems to God.

i'm not a dreamerI Just believe in Allah (God)

The average Harvard freshman in 1952 would have placed in the bottom 10 percent of the incoming class by 1960.

If the inevitably of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does.

Increase is so natural that it starts from before we taste the first breath of life at birth

The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth his handiwork.

I would live to study not study to live.

Veterans continue to get the short end of the stick when it comes to this administration.

We go forward looking in the rearview mirror.

We had thought that we were human beings making a spiritual journey; it may be truer to say that we are spiritual beings making a human journey.