My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of

In The End, It All Comes Down To The Art Of Breathing.

Some Of You Are Doomed To Be Artists.

What I Do Must Be Done In The Sunlight Of Awareness.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice... It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Come Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit.

Our Arms Start From The Back Because They Were Once Wings.