The world isn't black and white, Annie, it's shades of grey.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
If we are unduly absorbed in improving our lives we may forget altogether to live them.
. . . preliminary accounting, banking and surveying (known as arithmetic, algebra and geometry).
To be free from convention is not to spurn it but not to be deceived by it.
Stay in the center, and you will be ready to move in any direction.
There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
In ancient cultures, they didn*t practice theory in their dances; they wanted to arrive at a state of trance, and I think that's an appropriate approach for the arts: to create a work that is entrancing.
I have learned to walk: ever since, I let myself run. I have learned to fly: ever since, I do not want to be pushed before moving along.
And all that is therein; Invisible and visible, Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord is risen. Our joy that hath no end.