Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain.

The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

In my dreams, I never have an age.