We Are Here To Witness The Creation

It Is Difficult To Undo Our Own Damage, And To Recall To Our Presence That Which We Have Asked To Leave. It Is Hard To Desecrate A Grove And Change Your Mind. The Very Holy Mountains Are Keeping Mum. We Doused The Burning Bush And Cannot Rekindle It; We Are Lighting Matches In Vain Under Every Green Tree.

Write As If You Are Dying.

When You Write, You Lay Out A Line Of Words. Soon You Find Yourself Deep In New Territory.

God Gave Me A Talent To Draw. I 'owed' It To Him To Develop The Talent.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?