Steeping my life in beauty brings color to my days and a song to my heart

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.

Leading a nation requires sacrifice

Master your responses to external events--don't attempt to control them.

Americans are once again looking outward

Some of the best fiction writers got their start writing airline menus.

As a teacher you just look at someone and you transmit to them what they need to know. Not simply a thought form, but you transmit an awareness level.

On the clarity of your ideas depends the scope of your success in any endeavor.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

So, that notion of hypertext seemed to me immediately obvious because footnotes were already the ideas wriggling, struggling to get free, like a cat trying to get out of your arms.

Living from the perspective at which you came from and returning to source really is an act of remembering, rather than an act of learning.