There seemed to be endless obstacles - it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

I began to have an idea of my life, not as slow shaping of achievement to fit my preconceived purposes, but as the gradual discovery and growth of a purpose which I did not know.

I used to worry about what life was for - now being alive seems sufficient reason.

The aim of the painting is that the eye should find out what it likes.

Perhaps if one really knew when one was happy one would know the things that were necessary in one's life.

Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.

I came to the conclusion then that "continual mindfulness". . . must mean, not a sergeantmajor-like drilling of thoughts, but a continual readiness to accept whatever came.

I want to draw and study a few things closely by feeling, not thinking.

Love is not getting, but giving. It is sacrifice. And sacrifice is glorious!

Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

If patience came in cans my local supermarkets would all be sold out

Writing, unfortunately, takes last priority for my time but it's the first priority in my heart I wish I had all the time for. Such is reality.

Empires and churches are born under the sun of death.

Lust is a strong tower of mischief, and hath in it many defenders, as neediness, anger, paleness, discord, love, and longing.

When perfect frankness comes in at the door love flies out of the window.

The bearers of fables are very welcome.

if four Gaza kids playing soccer were killed Wednesday, as Hamas claims, the terror group is at fault.

I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

I will venture to say there is more learning and science within the circumference of ten miles from where we now sit [in London], than in all the rest of the kingdom.

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet