Look - The moon thumbs through night's book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That's all it can. That's enough. Thick line. Straight toward you. - Look.

Let the young rain of tears come, let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think.

The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on the earth.

For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says, on the star tree, pale with luminousocean leaves.

Your book goes places you may never go and helps people you may never meet

I just got diagnosed with tendonitis which is such an insulting diagnosis. Just point to my shoulder and say "old."

All that tends not to charity is figurative. The sole aim of the Scripture is charity.

It probably goes without saying that I enjoy the potato pancakes, delicious hams and so forth that maddeningly turn up at this time of year.

To be a creative person and be a professional, as an artist you have to be able to withstand pain, rejection, and for some, a lot of bad feelings, but you have to be able to look through those.

When I went to school, I was in the same mode. I did the things I enjoyed, what I loved

These have always been my legs. I train harder than other guys, eat better, sleep better and wake up thinking about athletics. I think that's probably why I'm a bit of an exception.

The earth forms the body of an instrument, across which strings are stretched and are tuned by a divine hand. We must try once again to find the secret of that tuning.

When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do work that matters, this is it.