“one pierced moment whiter than the rest-turning from the tremendous lie of sleepi watch the roses of the day grow deep.”

“From sunrise to sunset, from one day to the next, till our black hair turns white, we eat, we sleep, we bear children and we watch them grow. We watch them get married and in turn bear children of their own. How time flies, we say to ourselves. Then one day, we look down at our feet and we're surprised. Roots have sprouted in the ground of our daily living.”

“The world is exploding in emerald, sage, and lusty chartreuse - neon green with so much yellow in it. It is an explosive green that, if one could watch it moment by moment throughout the day, would grow in every dimension.”

“Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...”

“Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.”

“Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.”