I am the me I choose to be.
the knowledge of personal failure. . . is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.
A mystery confounds the problem of industry in art. In the last analysis, to work is simply not enough. But we have to act as if it were, leaving reward aside.
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
artists often lie behind on the field long after the art combine, the broad-bladed harvester of informed criticism, has mowed, bailed, and stored the crop.
The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
I played to 20,000 people every day because people were walking on 5th Ave going to and from their jobs, and my sounds were bathing them in all kinds of dissonance, consonance, resonance, and things like that.
Frank (Frank Sinatra) is a singer who comes along once in a lifetime, but why did he have to come in mine?
Endangered species are our friends.
While tributes to Americans who had lost their lives in battle had been held in a number of towns across the nation, one of the more well-known stories about the beginnings of Memorial Day is the story about General John Logan.