Each Man Has His Own Batch Of

When The Striving Ceases, There Is Life Waiting As A Gift.

I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.

The Stillness In Art Characterizes Prayer, And The Eye Of The Storm.

You Never Have To Change Anything You Got Up In The Middle Of The Night To Write.

... A Fellow Can't Predict What He Will Pick Up In The Form Of Influence.