The Amazing Thing About Love Is That

Creativity Arises Out Of The Tension Between Spontaneity And Limitations, The Latter (like The River Banks) Forcing The Spontaneity Into The Various Forms Which Are Essential To The Work Of Art Or Poem.

The Individual Human Is Still The Creature Who Can Wonder, Who Can Be Enchanted By A Sonata, Who Can Place Symbols Together To Make Poetry To Gladden Our Heart, Who Can View A Sunrise With A Sense Of Majesty And Awe.

Insight Comes At A Moment Of Transition Between Work And Relaxation.

Human Freedom Involves Our Capacity To Pause, To Choose The One Response Toward Which We Wish To Throw Our Weight.

The Essence Of Being Human Is That, In The Brief Moment We Exist On This Spinning Planet, We Can Love Some Persons And Some Things, In Spite Of The Fact That Time And Death Will Ultimately Claim Us All.