We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But if that drop was not in the ocean, I think the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. I do not agree with the big way of doing things. To us what matters is the individual. To get to love the person we must come in close contact with him. If we wait till we get the numbers, then we will be lost in the numbers. And we will never be able to show that love and respect for the person. I believe in person to person; every person is Christ for me, and since there is only one Jesus, that person is the one person in the world at that moment.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of light; it was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope; it was the winter of despair.
Most of the time I don’t have much fun. The rest of the time I don’t have any fun at all.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once she grows up.
If you don’t know where you are going, you will probably end up somewhere else.
Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.
Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
Along with any broadening positive growth comes a broadening realization that we all stand on cracking ice.
To the extent that we honor all aspects of ourselves, we remove revulsion, self-hate, horror, and terror from our lives. As whole human beings we are the creatures of the greatest complexity on this planet. Respect for this complexity includes our insisting on acceptance of the inconsistent and incongruous.
The mind of man is capable of anything, because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.
The artist’s vocation is turning your greatest weakness into your greatest strength.
My sacred world was autistic; that is to say, I had no wish to share it with others, nor could I have done so.
Men are not free when they are doing just what they like . . . Men are only free when they are doing what the deepest self likes. And there is getting down to the deepest self! It takes some diving.
