We are created by being destroyed.

There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.

The only impossible task is the one which we fear to begin.

Humility puts others first because "first" takes on new meaning through the practice of humility.

If you care to see God, be pure. If you will not be pure, you will grow more and more impure.

A painter with prestige among painters is bound to be discovered sooner or later.

Women -- a mistake, or did He do it to us on purpose?

Goals determine what you're going to be.

Human altruism which is not egoism, is sterile.

Never rely on your friends for money, or on your money for friends.

I will not meddle in America's internal political squabbles.

My God, my higher power. It's mine and mine alone. I create my connection and I decide how my connection is going to be.